Tournesol is still tilling the soil dans un jardin; slowly planting a seed here and there, hoping to see poetry blossom...a labour of love.
This blog will host short form poetry such as Haiku, Tanka, Tilus, Lanturne, Shadorma, Senryû...
Mirror mirror...We are as "fair" as we want to be.Enjoy being you!
Lovely verse! I do enjoy me but love me best from what I feel I am:) I work with colleagues of an average age of 25 and yes, I do see them smiling when I talk, so that tells me they see the fair person too:)
That moment ... Looking in the mirror and wondering about the grsy-haired person staring back -- beginning not to like mirrors! Hang on to the youth inside. :)
Well my hair is fine for I colour my "wise roots", being the daughter of a hairstylist. My mom coloured my grandmother's hair until she was 90. I am waiting for it to be more salt than pepper, then I will hve long silver braids:) but I do feel like a kid still, working with youths helps:)
Your visits and comments soothe the soul and my eyes smile, thank you!Vos visites et commentaires apaise l'âme et mes yeux rigolent, merci!