Monday, February 13, 2023

Purple, Curly, Frizzy

 

Purple, Curly, Frizzy 

  

Silver streaked with light purple, curly, frizzy cloud halo I’d only learned to love post menopause.

Neighborhood kids bullied me as a child, said I looked electrocuted, 

that I’d stuck my cuticle bitten fingers into a light socket, and they called me “poof”.


It was auburn when I was young, tight ringlets, that still make women ask, “Is it natural?” 

I didn’t know they were envious for years to come.

My curly Jew haired family was called “The Bad Hair Club” behind our backs

by a flaxen haired bird-like woman who called herself my friend.


In my forties, I found the ethnic product counter, pommades and goos that tame frizz, 

played up curls; it was incredibly long when it was wet.

When gray and silver took over my head, I experimented with burgundies, and plums, 

and deep royal purples, until finally settling on a wash-in color 

that left a luscious blend of silvery lilac.

Compliments flew everywhere I went, stores, parks, hospitals…


Now, life saving treatments have stolen my sparkly signature coiffure. 

Clumps and matted chunks fall away,

This morning, I chopped it short; I felt angry with the matted mess it became everytime 

I would pin it up or lay my head on my pillow.


Sunday I will learn to love myself bald as I shave the rest.

It took scores of years to find a love for myself, an appreciation for something in my appearance.

My enchanting silvery, purple hair will be gone,  

I will have to love myself without it to survive this.


I reach both hands up to run my fingers through what’s left,

another wistful bunch in each hand slid out easily, with anguish, as my fingers left my scalp.

I swear that it will be beautiful and silvery purple again, 

that it will be as full and gorgeous as Life is.

 

            - Hopefawn Levenson Robertson 

Parched Meant

 

      Parched Meant


Soaked up sun today, like my body had never experienced it before.

I wanted to absorb the rays as they filled my belly with wanton lust 

yet dried my heart as Sahara sands. 

No lotion or pomade will heal the scarred patches of  raw and 

bloody pouches beneath my eyes.

Where the riverbeds are dry and a knowing drought ensues.

No happy crop will grow now, no hopes of harvesting a full

sustaining haul and storing for the lean season. 

The lean season has crept up.

I talk to hear my own  parched voice, I breathe when I remember.

Neither brings bread nor water nor tears anymore.

I need no grave. It is hot and dry and I willingly go to dust.

I need no witness for the winds to scatter ashes.


7/2015

Hopefawn Levenson

Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

 

                         Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 

creeps in this petty pace from day to day, 

to the last syllable of recorded time; 

and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. 

out, out, brief candle! 

life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, 

that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: 

it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 

signifying nothing.

Thursday, December 27, 2018













Grandma Rose’s Chookies

½ C. shortening            ¼ tsp.Cream of Tartar
1 C. sugar                 1 ½ C. flour
1 egg                    pinch of salt
1 tsp. Vanilla            ½ tsp. Baking powder

Sift flour, Baking powder, & cream of tartar. Cream shortening, add sugar gradually, beating until fluffy.  Add eggs. Beat well then gradually add the flour mixture & flavoring Roll into small balls drop 1 inch apart in greased cookie sheet
Flatten sprinkle with sugar & cinnamin
Bake 400 degrees about 6 to 12 minutes.

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Grandma Rose’s sugar cookies

½ C. butter               2 tsp. Baking Powder
1 C. sugar               ¼ tsp. Vanilla
1 egg                   2 C. flour (about)
¼ C. milk                 .

Cream butter & sugar. Beat the egg add to the milk. Sift flour and mix baking powder with 1 cup. Combine mixtures, then add the rest of the flour, and only enough more to handle. Chill in refrigiratore
Roll on floured board ¼ inch thick with sugar, cinnamon choped nuts
Bake in hot oven 375 degreesF 8- 10 minutes or use 2 eggs, Tablesp of milk