MINI PAUSES FOR THE BLESSED TRADE
This is a poem I wrote and posted here in 2003 it explains what the last post was talking about. I appreciated your comments about that post and hope you will like this poem. This me you perceive, it is not I. My cover is woman’s second rite of passage, Postmenopausal insulation. The color of my skin has waned. A grey thatch roofs my housing. Pigment stops and rests here and there leaving camouflage tracks sealing in joy and pain. My soul is in perfect tack. This is but a molting of cosmetic... Sign in to see full entry.