Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Two Part Poem (read only if you have a body)



















Ode To The Body
Body, my body, now seemingly
sagging and white.
Sagging breasts that fall with
weight loss.
And rise with weight gain.
Eyes that look more and more tired,
as the years pass by.
Skin that looks darker, darker-- beneath the whiteness.
Hair, teeth, feet, the bottoms of soles become harder.
Breath, hands that love and touch.
Hands that push away.
Eyes that grow dimmer and say,
"please, come closer".
Pursed lips that say,
"please go away"
woman, female.
You have taken me through my mother’s womb, body,
and through this life. Have I stopped to give you thanks?
You have endured every beating, every neglect,
every absence of thought of you.
You have held the soul like the shell
around the fragile seeds and pulp of the pomegranate.
October 31, 2008
J.Miller
To The Woman
To the woman with hair and eyes and nails and breasts and sacred yoni, and sweet natural smell, and ears, teeth, voice.
May you be canonized as saint for all that which you endure.
May your body be made a sacrament after it is laid to waste.
After the toiling, and trudging, and judging and trusting and codling and scorning and loving.
May you be restored to the perfect beauty of your youth.
May the tired skin once again become soft, may the gentle hands that take care once again become gentle.
May your eyes shine once more, once more before and after the children, the lovers, the marriage, the bravery even when you did not know you were being brave.
May your body rise in every place it has fallen, your breasts become full, your teeth white, your nails strong, your face beautiful and young again.
Woman you are a saint.
October 31, 2008
J.Miller



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