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Beauty ,

is best savored ,

with a taste of

the spice of

imperfection ,

to bring out

its full

aroma

and enhance

its flavor –

a feast  served

for the senses

to taste ,

smell ,

view ,

touch ,

and hear

its breath –

the pulse

and beating heart of it’s

passion –

beauty  IS beauty

because of it’s

imperfections –

to me there is a beauty in the smell

of my horses sweat on his saddle blanket

that i rest my head upon as a pillow –

there is beauty in a dying rose

like an aged woman who sits alone

at the end of the dance

yet can still smile a bright smile

for her memories

of the dance to come

 

i would like to add –

one day three years ago i went shopping

and as i walked towards the door to the store

an old lady and her companion helper exited

she must have been in her late 80s

or into her 90s

bent with age

withered , wrinkled ,

barely walking

yet as i approached

she smiled a smile at me that lit up the day

and flashed at me her joy of life

her enjoyment of loves

and lovers-

of life

i shall never forget her smile

the beauty of this woman

 

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age – old – ancient – history –

once upon a time –

memories

a pattern of wrinkles etched on our souls ,

far deeper than the wrinkles etched

on our bodies

a roadmap of our journey thru life

that life will discard without a thought

 

 

my hair is grey now

my feeling of being immortal

has long since past

stories i could tell,

but will anybody listen ?

to a man with no voice

yet i can sing better than Elvis

or Pavoratti !

when i sing in the shower

but my silent voice

is washed away by the shower waters

down the drain

 

i was fortunate to live in Japan when the Japanese still held the value of their elders as a treasure -when to be old was not a distraction to the  living   – but rather a teacher of value to be admired and respected  – the Japanese held their elders in respect for a history to learn from – but even now this history is vanishing-

 

in my country   – aged people are more often shuffled off to a “retirement home” where they are visited once in a while – the wealth of their memories is not listened to much – and will pass into dust as they will soon themselves pass into the ages

 

are we    who have much to still listen to – who gave the youth their lives – not worthy to listen to ?  are we not worthy of respect for our age , our memories , our mistakes that we can help the youth avoid ?

 

nostalgia – memories distorted

by our own memories

 

this is all written out of nostalgia – it started with the memory of my first horseback ride- at a castle in Northern Japan in 1957 by a lake  – i was put on the horse by a man who slapped him on the rump and off i went into a forest of tall trees – but then i was little and the trees and horse were big- thats it  –  no more memory of this

and then my memory of a great TV show   hosted by Richard Boone–it was about how possibly the first horse came to the plains Indians   – horses were reintroduced by the Spanish Conquistadors during the conquest of the Americas- the Indian happened onto a horse- a strange animal clad in saddle and armor standing grazing on the prairie in a sunrise  – it took some telling – but the Indian managed to shed the saddle and other stuff from the horse and got onto its back- he fell off a number of times as the horse ran – and got back on- but then the most exhilerating  thing –   my memory  – the Indian finally staying on the horse as it RAN galloping across the plain in the silence of the end of the day- the Indian with his arms outstretched – on a beast that let him race with the winds that swept the plains  — and FEEL the freedom of the Gods

 

this morning i took some iPhone photos of roses –

roses have a short life of beauty – of a fragrant smell –

and then fade from memory

yet even in aging

beauty has its beauty

that memory can recall and not let fade

 

there was once another TV program that i remember – that of two ancient people who had fallen in love with each other and lived  their lifetimes together- they aged – and not gracefully as aging  will do – but they saw each other -not as growing older- but as the beauty of their youthful dream of love – they saw themselves as they were because they did not age in their love for each other – they saw themselves as they were

 

love is not defined by any one thing – a horse can bring you passion beyond anything you may know -a flower may bring you beauty in its dying moments – these few photos i offer rose-iPhone-3149 aged rose-iPhone-3150 aged rose-iPhone-3151 aged rose-iPhone-3152 rose-iPhone-3154 copy bring a beauty of a dying rose- a beauty of age-

 

 

wether it be as big as the Sky

or as small as a flower,

God and Nature can paint in colors

that pink rose-3920 copy white color -3736 copy aging beauty-1431 copy blushing rose-6718 copy iris-0505 copy yellow rose-6420 copy dancers to a waltz-7215 copy new rose past-0067 copy white color-9574 roses copycan astound the senses

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may i dress you in

Lace

for the World to step back

in Awe

of a Beauty

so rare

elements of Life ,

so often at rest,

calm,

pleasant ,warm ,soothing

and then , like the elements

of a intense relationship ,

clashing , crashing , powerful

expression of two

different elements

butting emotions

a great display under the Big Top ,

not a simple sideshow tent

and a grasping reach

for Heaven

from both

and serenity sets

misty coast-4371 copy CRB wave-3568 copy G wave-6892-A copy point-8742 copy CRB wave-7065 copy piggyback break-3522 copy on the rocks -2362 copy reaching for Heaven-1268 copy California Goldon the days glory

i am not an eloquent man

not dashing or bold

nor wealthy or affluent

i have not the “silver tongue”

so desired by many women

but if i could

create beauty such as yours

bring this beauty to life’s canvass

i would truly

become immortal

and take a seat among the Gods

in the Heavens

Roses are  to me  beautiful

and so like a woman -along with the softness and beauty-thorns to bring a man to earth- to add a little pain to the soul so we lest not forget- they are woman

a small portfolio of Rosesa morning rose for my Lady copy new rose past-0067 copy aging beauty-1431 copy tagged rose-3845