Not by the hair…

Morning shuffle
Shower sublime
Eyes applied
No droopy dog look for me,
Hair tucked tight
Stop!!!!
No, the fright…..
What’s that I see
Peering back at me,
Like a big old wart
Standing tall at attention
Mocking
Saluting,
It seemed to say
“Ta da” look at me,
Oh yes, I see
Chin hair laughing back at me.
Well, I’ll huff and I’ll puff
And I’ll knock that sucker off.
Like a silly child
“Nope, can’t catch me” it whispers in glee….
Grrrr….razor in hand,
Off with your head I smile with a sneer
Gently now, don’t need a cut,
Plink down it drifts like a fall leaf
Whose time had come.
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Take that! I smile at the smooth meadow
But knowing there will come a day
A mower may need to be brought in
To shear smooth
This female porcelain chin.
Because once the enemy comes
It will lay in wait,
Inviting friends to desecrate
But I’ll be ready
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With wax weapons
Mowers
Tweezers
Weed whackers
I’ll do what it takes
I am woman, see me smooth….or else!
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Thoughts on the joy? Of aging gracefully.

On shooting stars, a grand moon and a farewell (ode to Ajaytao)

The brightest light is always
The one most missed when not in sight,
This splendid moon came marking
It’s tribute to a gift
To the blogging world.
Many honor the beauty
Many post the softness of a rose,
Some call out hello my dear
And smiles appear to know he is aware,
The stars shoot across the sky,
More beauty to behold
For those who see
The tiny gleam of a light
Moving so very fast,
Leaving you to wonder
If it were ever really there at all.
Below this sky
A garden grows,
For those not blessed with the ability
To walk out and see them in a yard,
There was a man
Who gifted this world
With images and beauty
Many may have never seen.
I will miss the kindest words
I will miss the smiles of his friends captured
And shared,
I will miss one of my first followers
Who has left for higher purposes,
To shine his light like a star
Into the night sky,
And with a twinkle and perhaps a wink,
He will move on
Leaving a legacy in his wake
Of undying beauty,
Of happier blooms now sitting wilted and waiting
For his gentle touch to return.
Goodbye friend,
Thank you.

Thoughts on a beautiful gift now gone from Ajaytao, my dear you will be missed.
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Awakening

Color spell draws me
Within the subtle splendor
Whisper strokes
His hand blends the heart
Into awakening.
To show you the beauty
Irresistible in love
Skies song of pastel
Sings to me of lullabies
And summer nights
Spent in solitude
Passing through
From one moment to the next
Into the frame
Of awakening.

Photo courtesy of:
http://ralphhorsley.deviantart.com/art/Awakening-474610326