Magaly introduces us to the word "rizz" ~~ Oxford's 2023 Word of the Year! It's defined as "style, charm, or attractiveness; the ability to attract a romantic or sexual partner". I was way ahead of my time when I composed this poem in 2013 ... all about the RIZZ.
My youth rizz is lost .. it's vanished
do not cry for me
with age comes something better
grace and dignity
My youth rizz is lost .. my brashness
my utter naiveté
I’m older and I’m wiser
mellowed, feeling free
My youth rizz is lost .. I’m grateful
for lessons learned each day
triumphs and the losses
mere words cannot convey
Would I return .. reclaim it
more songs to be sung
my body has betrayed me
my brain still thinks I'm young
some things just get better with age you know...smiles...
ReplyDelete... oh, Brian.
DeleteMind over matter...live young.
ReplyDeleteGreat job.
I like your poem, Helen. Ha, I wouldn't mind reclaiming, if it were possible LOL.
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ReplyDeletelove the possibility of voicing the unsung songs....... :)
Lovely photos..you are young at heart and very cool!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to print this and hang it up on my bulletin board! Love it.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the words and the tone! Good one Helen.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes... the young at heart. Me, too!
ReplyDeleteYou're only as old as you feel, darling!
ReplyDeleteLove these pics :)
xoxox,
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I loved your poem so much, it's now featured on my post. Isn't it so true, the brain thinks we're young and the body constantly reminds us we're not. Oh this made me chuckle.
ReplyDeletemy imagination tells me i am still young, but the mirror gives a different story. Love this and a great poem for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteIndeed; floating free and joy and pain...
Hugs to you and happy Sunday!
Mariette
Sounds like a great place to be!! My youth is definitely long gone and I often find it kind of embarrassing to look back at my awkwardness and naiveté. Dignity and grace rule!!
ReplyDeletePerfect!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, know just what you mean about that disparity between body and brain.
ReplyDeleteOh, those last two lines... sigh. Too true. I like how easily youth becomes rizz.
ReplyDeleteI miss my rizz! It's been replaced, not by something better, just different for me. Who knew? I feel like a shape shifting shaman.
ReplyDeleteYes, I love the closing lines too.
ReplyDeleteMakes me wonder. My youth was soso, guess my rizz was better. Married young, wife younger, still rizz doesn't go away like the youth does. Nice writing, Helen.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you've replaced your youth, right on the paper it's replaces. Kin to recycling perhaps?
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Mabe 'refurbishing' would be closer.
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Rizz is short for charisma... and I think it just evolves into a different shade as we age...but it is still there!!!! :)
ReplyDeleteRizz is a state of mind Helen, and you are still ravishingly rizz my mizz… 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼 …hell, I’m only thirty five my friend. and still rockn’ in the free world (in my heart).😉
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rajani
ReplyDeleteSorry that was debi.
ReplyDeleteI just love this, Helen! It should be a poster hung on the wall that we can refer to when age tries to creep in.
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