I thought I would try something different today. I learned a new form of poetry from my friend, Eric Alder, (aka "Bubba"), called a rictameter. This form of poetry begins with a 2 syllable line. With each subsequent line one adds 2 more up until you reach 10 syllables. Then you work backwards and end the prose by repeating your 1st line. You all probably already knew this but it was new to me!
Anyway, I've been thinking (and literally dreaming) about my hair quite a bit lately. I am nearing 50 and it seems society frowns upon long haired "seniors". I have never liked how I looked with short hair. Subsequently, I've been hanging onto my length for as long as I can remember. But why should I abide by the dictates of society? Or is there another reason for hanging onto my hair? Regardless, I plan to keep my long locks.
Feel free to critique and/or tell my your personal opinions on the topic.
hiding
beneath her hair
looking out upon the world
through long strands of wind blown tresses
what was once vanity became her veil
femininity’s auburn badge
masked truth…false strength…feigned charm
tousled tendrils
hiding
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Things I've learned recently:
1. A little added weight hides the wrinkles. Since my weight loss and attempts to gain some of it back I've been taken aback by the number of laugh lines I can suddenly call my own!
2. My daughter has grown into a beautiful, intelligent, honorable young lady. It baffles me that she can't see both her inner and outer beauty, but then I remember back to that age. I believe insecurity must be one of those stages of youth. Too bad some never manage to overcome it.
3. My dreams are not "normal". I've been Facebooking dream snippets here and there and am really surprised at the responses I receive. I can only gather most people either a) do not recall their dreams, b) are afraid to face their dreams or c) are simply sane.
4. I am stronger than I realized.
5. The "Battle of the Gray" is never ending.
6. I'm not as busy as I think I am.
7. Daily prayer and meditation keeps me centered, grounded.
8. Although easy and convenient, crock-pot food all tastes the same.
9. My spinach and cheese ravioli with creamy sun-dried tomato basil sauce is a hit at the local pot luck circuit. My goat cheese quesadillas are not.
10. I have a tendency to talk too much, to ramble, to carry on, to banter, blather and chatter... oh well, you get the picture.
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I must take my leave now and go about my day. I have lots to do but you know something? It'll all get done. Take care my friends!
