The Voices in my HeadThe Elderly Woman
October 31st 2006 22:56
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.
~James A. Garfield~
I was driving down a back country road when I saw her. She was standing out in the pasture, a solitary figure against her surroundings. She wore a faded red pattern that reminded me of a brisk fall morning.
I stopped the van and got out. I fought the desire to march across the grown up pasture and hug her.
I saw myself in her. Once upon a time, she was lovely and other men were envious that she did not belong to them. She was worked hard on the farm and over time, she began to fade. Her bloom had been plucked off the vine. There were lines now in her once smooth exterior but her interior had not changed. She was still valued but the passionate responses she once enjoyed were no longer part of her life.
I thought to myself that I might die if I no longer enjoyed the passionate touch of my husband. My bloom is faded, there is no doubt. But like the old woman in the pasture, my interior is still the same as a young passionate school girl.
"I still see your beauty." I whispered to her as tears sprang to my eyes. "You are lovely. I still see you." I wondered if anyone would still see me in thirty years.
I got back in my van and drove away, watching the old red barn fade away in the distance.
The Elderly Woman
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Comment by Homer Joyce
You have a wonderful way of setting the reader up with the expectation of one thing, then showing them something better ...
You actually have a wonderful way. Full stop.
Reading your short stories is like seeing an attractive woman fully-clothed, and when you make her acquaintance, she strips naked in front of you ...
Homer ...
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Darn it, you went and made me cry with that one. I am honored by your praise and even more so for your feedback, as always. You know I admire your writing tremendously.
Thank you, truly.
Come back, always.
Voices~
Comment by Homer Joyce
You have caught me during my moments of clarity (they only occur in the mornings).
It'swhy I love writing in the mornings ... my head is clear ...
Whereas as the end of the day it is all clouded and fuzzy ... It is either drowning in the worries of this life, or floating lustfully in a pool of alcohol) ...
Wishing I could taste your tears and wipe your cheeks dry.
Homer ...
Lingering as always ...
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Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
This is another one of those awful truths I must tell you, I wear mascara and my eyes now look like a racoons! The sentiment is nicer than the reality. Like most things, I suppose. There are few things that I think would actually be as nice in reality as they are in fantasy...we've discussed them.
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Thank you, I appreciate the compliment.
Do you know how it is when you get a thought...one that just won't stop nagging at you, and you need to get it on paper but for whatever reason, you can't at the moment?
Sometimes, I think it is for the best when that happens because it stews around in the creative juices a bit longer and comes out nice and tender. :c)
That was the case today.
Do come back,
Voices~
Comment by Homer Joyce
I'm not anti-makeup ... I just don't like it caked on. I feel like I'm escorting a clown to the circus ...
Plus, I like the taste of a woman's lips (and the taste of all of her). Makeup is quite a hindrance to my perversity and debauchery. (And there is no way I am going to the cosmetic section of a department store to buy makeup remover to carry around in my wallet) ... I only go to the makeup section to inhale the odours of the perfume and stare at the women who work there ...
I would never open a lipstick holder and eat it like a kid eats a thirty-two scoop icecream.
And besides, there will come a time when I will see a woman without makeup ... If she's not attractive to me without it ... she's going to be less attractive wearing it ... I'm getting old. I'm getting far too set in my ways ... I think I'm destined to remain single ...
We don't have racoons in Australia. We don't have panda bears either, but mascara mingle is usually referred to as Panda Eyes over here ...
I also meant to add in my last post that I would dry your tears with my lips (not a flannel) ...
Homer ...
Lingering as always ...
Comment by Lilla
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It caught me of guard,
In a very vulnerable moment,
It broke my heart,
But no harm done… as always…
A new depth is founded.
A tide of tears flooded the shore,
..and lapped at my mortality,
Not for myself, you understand,
But for my father,
Who as we speak,
Is getting set to leave this reality...
I thought I was prepared again,
Foolish arrogance …
Your words unravelled me,
Again I read them,
…and cried…
Wishing this truth be taken from me.
But, as an older reader, another certainty
There between the lines, revealed…
Clear and bright,
..one I had concealed,
The eternal youth of my inner child,
Playful still and free…
From behind aging skin,
…smiling,
…winks back at me.
Lilla...
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Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
I am going to rename this, "The Crying Post". I am listening to Jonny Lang sing his thanks for a second chance with his life and wife, I poured out emotion on this post and now, again, your words bring tears to my eyes.
It is an emotional night...Thank you for what you wrote..it was beautiful.
As always,
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Ditto.
Thank you for coming back, and do again,
Voices~
Comment by Lilla
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I came back breifly to see if you were awake voices, now I'm crying again...
I'm going to make some lunch and pull it together...
Thanks for your bravery,
..it's helped me to find mine.
Lilla...
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
As a writer, that is a powerful thing to hear, as a woman, it is even better.
Know that there is a woman, on a different continent, who prays for you.
Continue on, (and then come back...) *smile*
Voices~
Comment by Homer Joyce
I really don't have anything to add to this post at the moment ... except to say, that I'm enjoying reading the comments ...
Plus I wanted to leave you something to wake up to ... when the sun rises Indiana time ...
Homer ...
Lingering, even when you are not here but in Eskimo nose position ...
Comment by albea
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The Voices in my Head
Join the crowd...*smile* I loved your poem.
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by Adrian
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The Voices in my Head
Thank you.
Come back,
Voices~