I am reblogging–adding a bit more. I do this on my blog–post something and edit later. Sometimes I write thing and as soon as I finish–I post. Later I improve–“edit”.
a wise woman in Norwich, England once said "When we are old and careless" inside my bones clattered for a moment I was free. cold bones luke warm blood wrists of a sparrow no wings. my left hip clicks in a silver joint unstable yet balanced titanium tensile strength decrees to out last me. something of beauty yet not beautiful an old woman who knows herself the one I want to be. Genie Nakanooriginally published in "Storyteller", 2014, self published, also Published in Atlas Poetica a tanka journal, circa 2000. I changed the title for my blog because I saw this photo of dew on purple leaves. Purple is my favorite color "Murasaki" means purple in Nihongo.