turning so slowly
in front of mirrors,
miniscule motions
terrify.
bodies resist deployment,
mostly, through forcing
thighs to grind gingerly,
exposing flaws
marbleizing into age
(a moment of horror).
flesh procures moments
of self-destruction,
even self-hatred,
not stopped by willpower
entirely,
but beach towels might help
as hot-toed march
to ocean begins.
not jiggling seems
to help poised swollen breasts,
yet legs reveal
decrepitude, ineptitude,
those invisible eyes
of strangers
not impressed.
>>>marbleizing into age
this phrase flat out scared me, Larry. i'm coming up on 40 and don't want to think about my flesh marbleizing... that notwithstanding, i agree you nailed this. great poem. Dawn
Wow, I am impressed, Larry! This is a superb composition with great, compassionate images and a feeling of understanding the self-disgust of aging or body flaws. And the ending! Too sublime! One of the best I've seen of yours! :)
Reviewed by Jenna Daniel (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2004
marbleizing into age
nice line there
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2004
Okay---I will do another 15 minutes on the stair climber. : (
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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this phrase flat out scared me, Larry. i'm coming up on 40 and don't want to think about my flesh marbleizing... that notwithstanding, i agree you nailed this. great poem. Dawn
nice line there
now I'm depressed! lol