by Kristina Woodhill
i am going gray
i am going with gray
i am going along with the idea of gray
i am looking at color
i am looking at hues and tones of color
i am looking at agreeable, joyful splashings of color
i am holding color to the mirror
i am choosing pinks and turquoise to dance
against my new reflection
i am brushing gently my new temples
i am feeling the soft wisdom, the wet tears, the strong roots, the distant girlish braids, a man's nuzzling kiss, a baby's pull,
a child's very serious, careful comb
i am finding my way
Posted on 04/20/2010
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/20/10 at 05:46 PM|
Buy a box of dye or just go with the grey- it ain't the worst thing about growing oold. I love your attitude. Great, as always!
|Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/10 at 06:23 PM|
Well, I still have hair but have no idea what to do with it. I don't color it. I just got it cut short for the summer since my wife was going to put it a ponytail for me. Just so you know, hair is one of the last things men look at on a woman. ha - ha.
|Posted by David Hill on 04/20/10 at 11:44 PM|
This is a nice piece about the ongoing process of acceptance.
In the words of The Grateful Dead, “Oh well, a touch of gray, it kind of suits you any way…"
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/22/10 at 08:15 PM|
Hey, don't think of gray in your hair, think of the fun you had putting it there. Well, some of it must've been....FraP.....
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/10 at 01:33 AM|
Wonderfully warm and gentle. It is called aging gracefully!
|Posted by Laura Doom on 05/13/10 at 09:51 PM|
Fate is a choice -- accept or die :>