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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, July 4, 2014

In Praise of the Older Body

photo from The Body Is Not An Apology
Let us raise our voices
in praise of the older body
The body who has survived
insult, illness, and the indignities of the years

Praise
to the fragile thin skin
with its lines like poetry
written on its surface

Hallelujah
to the drooping boobs
hanging like water balloons waiting
for some mischief

Amen
to the no longer taut torsos,
hard and thin as wooden planks in their youth
Now soft, delicate dumplings,
yielding, giving pillows

Sing adorations
to the stretch marks
and the scars,
warriors' wounds,
earned and cherished

Hosanna
to silvery hair,
a glittering crown
atop the head of a queen,
full of knowledge and memories and wisdom

Glory be
to age spots,
the kisses of time,
to crows' feet and laugh lines,
birthed by so many smiles

Praise
to the body 
who is a work of art,
a work of life lived,
of love given and received

Let us raise our voices
as we raise our arms,
be they fat as Vienna sausages
or skinny as chicken wings,
in triumph 
and in praise 
of the older body.


4 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

it is a privilage to have surpassed a certain unexpected age. to have seen our children grow, our loved pets from cute and adorable to the unconditional. the love shared as we walked amidst saplings later to become large grand oaks. but, most of all to have witnessed life in all its vacillating seasons and lovelorn ways.

i appreciate this piece, mi amiga

Mynx said...

This needs to be shouted from the rooftops.
Age and all that comes with it should be respected and not shamed

Kerry O'Connor said...

Amen, sister!

Fireblossom said...

I don't know what you mean. As someone who is frequently mistaken for a supermodel, I can't relate to this at all. Now, would you please open a window for my nose? It seems to be growing!