Like That
December 13th 2007 05:43
my practically virgin skin turned into a brownish - bronze.
I feel like having the sun beat down, hard, onto my skin,
tattoing it for a time;
getting so hot from the rays, so that I feel like I'm on fire.
Then, when I can't stand it one more minute,
shocking my now heated body to its core.
First hot. Then cold. Then comfortable.
Yeah, just like that.
I feel like dying my blonde hair brown.
Brown to match my eyebrows.
Being a brunette to match my mood, a mood that is not blonde, not carefree, but mysterious and in transition.
But not black.
No; definately not black.
Not void.
Not dark.
I feel like brown interwoven with a bit of blonde - mostly brown,
with twists and turns of gold interwoven.
Not dark; not light.
Brown for what is,
and a bit of blonde for what will be.
Gold and brown, like autumn.
Yeah, just like that.
Autumn: the end of long, hot, humid, treacherous summer -
that season of time that heralds the starkness, clarity, and whiteness of winter.
I want tan lines, which I normally despise.
I want the markings of before and after;
of where the sun hit
and where it missed.
A reminder of my day in the blazing sun.
I want the dark and the light
imprinted on my body.
Like my hair,
I want to see both,
Then, I want to watch it fade,
until the dark turns once again to light
just like the hot blinding summer turns into the bright, cool winter.
It's time.
It's time for the seething angry summer to turn into the cold, grayness of winter.
A moratorium on intensity,
except for the crushing, sudden snow storms that light up the day and night.
Myriad snowflakes becoming one blanket to reflect the light and absorb the dark.
Bring on the confusing slush,
melting and melding the dark and the light;
the pure and the dirty.
The thaw before the birth,
the re-birth of spring.
Buds sprouting from seemingly dead tree limbs,
shoots of grass poking out of the dirt.
And then, finally, the flower buds springing from brown buried bulbs.
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Comment by Sonya 1
Writing Words
"Being a brunette to match my mood" - love that line, and I feel a little like that myself at the moment. Only that I bleach my hair to be a blonde, but I am thinking maybe it's time to go dark again.
Great to see you here
Sonya
Comment by Patricia Graff
Inside my Mind
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Sonya,
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.
Even though I wrote this a long time ago,I feel like dying my hair darker, too. Autumn does that to me, because it feels like a new cycle to me.
Let me know if you actually dye your hair...
Patricia
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
I was just swept away on the story, the words, swingin along with it.
No; definately not black.
Not void.
Not dark.
But loved it, the whole piece.
Comment by Patricia Graff
Inside my Mind
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This is my newest poem (the rest of them are old, except for 'Your Dish"). I have a lot of catching up to do - I have a lot of poems from years ago that I've never posted anywhere.
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Comment by Patricia Graff
Inside my Mind
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I don't know how I missed this...I have so much old stuff, it could keep this blog going for a year!
I hope I get inspired, too. Some criticism would be helpful.
Patricia
Comment by katyzzz
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Comment by Patricia Graff
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Thanks for visiting!
Patricia