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As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry.

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Friday, January 7, 2011

Humbled Roots

Her roots travel miles long
buried deep below her soles
wondrous unforgettable moments
next to grueling times of hell
paths of fading footprints tell
lessons are learned even at ninety.

Years drawn in lines upon her face
sagging boobs and slow steps
carry endless hidden strengths
rising from a passionate spirit
flashes of piercing youth
mingling with eyes of the wise.

“The wise wear purple,” she says laughing
sipping on her hardened water
swinging in her purple hat
telling joyful tales of years past
wearing a smile of freedom.
                              ©River 1/11    

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 28 at One Stop poetry




17 comments:

Eric Alder said...

You have your own roots, River, and they run very deep. Nice piece.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

What a beautiful poem, and what a wonderful elder! I love her "eyes of the wise" and "the wise wear purple". You have captured her so well, River. Wonderful writing!

Hope said...

beautifully done, River!

love reading this
thank you

River said...

Thank you. I wish I knew this woman. Shes all from my imagination.

Natasha said...

What a vibrant and powerfully alive image you have penned. I only hope one day I am able to share her freedom! Loved it and as a result am following. Thanks for posting!

LauraX said...

Perhaps you are the essence of this woman and will grow into her one day River.

Brian Miller said...

i am glad through it all she still found joy...nice one shot

dustus said...

"next to grueling times of hell
paths of fading footprints tell"

Great lines. I read wisdom and resilience in your poem, as well as fondness in looking back and learning from the span of many years.

booguloo said...

Very nice River.

River said...

Thank you for all the kind words. :)
That would be cool Laura. :) I'll love to grow old and be like her. :)

Pete Marshall said...

despite the age the joys of life are still there to be celebrated..great write..cheers pete

Beachanny said...

Pity those who lose their passion because a lust for life keeps us young, and emotion keeps us vibrant. Yearning, dreaming, stretching beyond our bodies believing in something defies the effects of age and makes us more than we would otherwise be. Great capture, River.
Gay @beachanny

Kavita said...

Age, as I believe it, has nothing to do with LIVING! Your poem just corroborated my thoughts, River...
A very sweet poem with a warm depth to it... enjoyed!!!

Shashi said...

A beautiful verse... tracing the tenacity of proud life... I liked it so much, River. Thanks for sharing...


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signed...bkm said...

age does allow us to look at life differently, relaxed...at a new vibration like the color purple...bkm

Steve Isaak said...

Life-wise, smile-inducing work - nice denouement.

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