This little poem is linked to week 128 for Saturday Centus with the prompt shown in bold. And actually, right now, my reflection has no gray in it! Thank heavens for good hair stylists! Have a happy weekend everyone!
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I twirl and I turn
and I whirl and I dance!
I forget I am old now
and I don’t even glance
into my reflection.
But I stop and I look
and feel growing dismay
The ripples show tapestries,
of red, gold and grey.
Some colors I remember,
some are new to behold…
And I stop in my tracks.
My time is now.
I can never go back.
To my youth filled with fire
and passions so bold.
I am here now!
Amazing isn't it?
How beautifully leaves grow old.
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15 comments:
It is a beautiful poem and I understand so well. Just what is a centus? xo Jenny
A beautiful poem, Jenny. I like that the woman is growing old but only in body. Ah, we should take note.
~Naila Moon
I missed the Centus this week, but you had some wonderful submissions. I love your poem! It describes so many of us so gracefully perfect!!!
I loved this thank you for sharing it!
Amen!
Leaves do grow beautiful with age... I think I will be a leaf:) Have a blessed weekend dear Jenny, HUGS!
that says it all...thanks for sharing.
Wow, and again I say, WOW.
XO,
Sheila
oh Jenny, I love this....
The colour may fade but that inner glow never goes ... there I said it!! believe it !! ;-)
My sister, you are definitely here now! There is just so much inside that head of yours that I am just in awe of what flies out.
Love the sense of wonderment and positivity
That is beautiful, Jenny. Well done! laurie
Beautiful. I felt it right in my heart.
Well done, Jenny. And wise.
=)
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