I wanted to be short,
landed somewhere in between;
longed for slim hips and blond hair,
blue-eyed Aphrodite piercing hearts
with her Colgate smile.
Trading politics for popularity,
no idea how to fit in,
delving into purgatorial perambulations;
sex, drugs and rock and roll.
What I got I needed,
painful reminders of mortality and folly;
limbo lover of life and the substantial,
discovered in middle age
when the veils floated free.
Gazing now into silvered glass,
a raven’s eyes smile back their knowing;
platinum crown cresting as artifice fades away,
and I am free.
belas bright ideas 
Sigh. I too, wanted that – but know I wonder why…
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er, now 🙂
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I think society’s images and the media play far deeper into our early development than many might consider – even if we’re raised in the woods! Cheers, VL.
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This I like. (Been there, done that. 😉 )
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Yup! Thanks, Ray.
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This is one of your best poems, Bela. Lovely, nostalgic and relatable.
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Thanks, Ronnie. Glad you liked it 🙂
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Sounds like wanting to go back but realizes how sweet it is being happy in your skin. Wonderful poetry.
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Thanks so much! I don’t spend much time wanting to go back. In fact none at all. What a painful time! Glad to be me, here and now 😉
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Life is so like this in every way. First youth and its’ folly and then with age a slowing of the need to be more and to know that being who you are is enough.
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Renee, you give me the opportunity to revisit some of these pieces that float somewhere in memory. This one brought tears to my eyes, just now.
And yes, I believe life Is like this if we have our eyes and minds open, anyway! It’s been a long, ardulous journey, but one I wouldn’t have missed for the world. Aloha, dear. ❤
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I, too, seem to forget the writing gone before just at the corner of my mind. It is nice to revisit once in awhile.
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