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Graceful Grey
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Carolyn Chilton Casas


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What purpose this tragic torture
of two hours every month or so?
An ordeal to endure:
countless conversations,
booming music and dueling dryers
pouring into unfiltered ears,
like the water squirted within
when my hair is rinsed.
 
Bright lights compel me
to close my eyes,
harsh sharp smells —
dyes, shampoos, sprays and gels
all compete for air space.
 
A quasi-caustic sensation
from color plastered on scalp,
an added insult of hefty fee,
the price for elusive beauty.
What happened to gracefully growing grey?


© by Carolyn Casas.
Used with the author's permission.

 



Carolyn Chilton Casas lives on the central coast of California. A Reiki Master and teacher, she often explores ways of healing in her writing. Carolyn's stories and poems have appeared in numerous publications and she is the author of one poetry collection, Our Shared Breath. A new collection, Under the Same Sky, is forthcoming. Carolyn enjoys hiking and beach volleyball; learn more about her on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ .

 


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barbsteff:
Being one of the faction that wears and enjoys graceful gray, I'm affirmed in my choice by this poem. Good job.
Posted 09/11/2019 12:24 PM


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