I would write a poem to beauty
but
a soul is of the surface
not
life is much more magical
and comical and tragical
:)
The hope
when we are gray
and youth has gone it's way
that
the mirror will tell a tale
of a fully balanced scale
on skin lines of truth
not scars of lost youth
Aging is not a slow bleed but a ripening.
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i love the last line. :)
though "comical and tragical" is a close second.
in that case i must be very ripe indeed!
Illyria - We should always remember that wonderful wordsmith no wordwright (right?) Shakespeare, thanks for the post, I have been scattered to the four elements and have not been bleeding myself at the keyboard as I should.
Cocaine Jesus - Thanks for the visit, I have been lurking a bit at whispering Grass, I love it man.
peace all
thanks for the visit to whispering grass. it is now finished but i am very proud of it. see my final post when you get a chance. it kind of explains what i was trying to do.
also, if you get the time, pop into my Fekenham Swarberry site. it is where i now am to be found.
c.j. duffy
Thank you for the visit. I loved this, it really spoke to me actually...some things I've been wrestling with recently were present here. I do so miss your photography as well! I'll be back.
Stacie
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