sept. 28, 2013

My piece published in the 2013 We'Moon journal is the poem this week. Unfortunately, their excerpted version eliminates the gritty essence of it, but I've included it here.

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The Beauty of a Body Growing Old

 It's been called ugly

the shape a woman's body takes

when her leaves change color

silvery hues

golden sallow

pigment returning to the earth

rooting her firmly

into herself

breasts, belly and buttocks

fullness of ripened fruits

hanging heavy and low

seduced by the earth

calling her back

creases of joy

of pain

experiences

etchings of life lived

herself she shows the world

skin sagging

pulled down by the weight

of the seasons through the years

towards the earth

grounding her

into her power

into her wisdom

with the firmness of stone

This rush

the urgency with fervor

to cover it up

chemical colors

staining silver strands

obliterating their scintillation

bacterial injections

freezing furrowed brows

forcing expressions to cease

a smile perceived as hideous

lotions, potions, serums

to extract, to conceal, to plump

razors searing through skin

invading the dermis

interrupting the process

disrespecting the beauty

of a body growing old.