Monday, June 20, 2011

heading toward 50...



Midriff Malaise

The skin is different now
softer, lacking youthful carelessness
more hillocks, less firm flesh
yet it is hers, she owns it.

There are the dark days,
when she feels betrayed
her stomach, lying there
as if a flaccid wound.

But then, it shifts
and the soft skin
feels comforting and full,
a pillow for a lover's head.

Metallic pants that thrust
her lushness upward
like a muffin top
do not tempt her.

She is not young
or old, quite yet
hers, not a life bound
nor wasted on midriff malaise.




Poem by JCK - originally posted 9/8/09
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4 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

We all need to remember this.

Rima said...

I love this poem, JCK! And I'm not normally a poem person.

Cari said...

The "Metallic pants" image is awesome!

Margaret said...

I have spent a lifetime feeling disappointed by my stomach, so this isn't really an issue for me. However, I am a little perturbed at my butt.

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