After the long farewell to beauty of face
when body also sighs, fades, frails
what is left to me is only this grace:
beauty to give in word and voice
You will know I have not quit my place
nor turned strident in the striving
but have found peace in this quiet, by choice
by ink-stained fingers, dirt under my nails
Graceful Press Poetry 
Inner beauty. I love this one.
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Thank you, Claudia.This came as I realized this morning how simply happy I was in re-potting some herbs.
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Oh, what a pure little bit of joy, I can imagine it from your words!
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I love this! The last line is brilliant!
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Thank you!
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Thanks for writing this. I’ll be thinking of this poem when I finally decide to throw away my slinky backless black satin ankle length dress with the slit up the right thigh and the plunging neck line. Then I’ll go and pot some herbs 🙂
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Or you could pot your herbs while wearing the slinky black dress 😉
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Why not? I don’t know when else I’d wear it 🙂
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Love the last stanza! ❤
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Thank you. The heart of it, I think. 🙂
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Love this poem…I could name special lines but then I ‘d be quoting more than half.
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What a very sweet thing to say, thank you.
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ha! coming to accord with this!
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Love this. Such a sense of peace of self.
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Thanks, Merril. 🙂
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The last couplet … something about this month, so early in the season but feeling so far into it, too. Aging is everywhere. 🙂
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Beautifully done, love it:)
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Thank you!
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