the exerciser
wet black exercise garment
leaves imagination no room
for expression or rebuke
her lines flow gracefully
nape to nape curvaceous sweeps
groin to nipple and shoulder
a ruse of sensuous attraction
willfully worn to harness, highlight
her prideful arsenal of flesh
milky skin voluptuously formed
daily she debuts her goods
a jogging path guided by exposure
converging amid the gentry
of gathered park peacock watchers
newspaper clutching business men
drooling senior bench devotees
teenage school boys on lunch break
she is the “Times” classified section
the senior bencher’s trembling crutch
the brown bagging lad’s testosterone
passion and imagination afoot
low tech billboard searching DNA exposure
spun bonded elastomer shimmering brighter
than neon in the high noon sun’s glow
03/30/2011
Jon Michael Willey
I've just been turned on to your work by a posting from one of our fellow DENMATES (Gene Williamson) wherein he was wishing you a happy birthday.
I've only read 3 or 4 of your works, but I find them to be outstanding. Just wanted you to know that Gene's comments brought me on board, but your works have sold me. Count me as a new fan. I'll be checking out more of your works in the near future.
Thanks Dick
Looks like you were doing some 'sight seeing'. Very descriptive. Great poem.
Hugs,
Mary
Regis
Sheila
in both direct expression and suggestion;
the writing's tight, no wastage, and the phrasing
superior with top drawer word choices..
the second last stanza is masterly, "Times"
classified section and all.
Yes!
John
But then you've already put me front and center in these
beautifully--and I underscore beautifully--crafted lines.
Especially those opening lines which make this old guy wish
he were not this old guy. Perhaps more to the point, my
friend, you have fashioned a poem of such marvelous imagery
that I'll file this in my library to read and re-read again
and again. Thanks for the memories. -gene.
"Ahhhh Walt," she'll say, with those dreamy eyes turned skyward, thinking of last night and the unspeakable passion we shared.
And if you believe this I have some land in Southeast Georgia to sell you. It's right next to a state park called Okefenokee, and it is dry sometimes...........LOL
Walt
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Your powers of observation and reporting are second to none in this regard.
Ron
fee
Blessings,
Christine