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| Artwork by me... for my daughter Aleela a few years back. |
The Beauty of Old Bodies
by Mary Logue
In the locker room, old women bend
and take off their clothes.
I watch them.
On the border of their country,
I want to see
what will happen to me.
The folds of their bodies
tend toward the earth.
These aging women move
as if they have more time than I do;
they carefully hang their clothes up
and wrap towels over their breasts.
I lie in the sauna with them
and see their bodies as pots
that hold more
than is comfortable.
They're dimpled
and rumpled with life,
curving and sagging
with the stuffing that flavors it.
Their flesh is soft and in dim light
doesn't look like marble,
but flows like a worn cloth
generous in its cut.
I trembled at the first puckering
of my skin
and I'm sure I'll wince again,
but in a heated glow,
I see that beauty
comes from enduring life,
carrying it within.
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Celebrate the women in your life this weekend!
Peace.
1 comment:
Lovely art and words. Yep, I can personally relate to those words! Peace.
*Jeana
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