Many Curves
Curves, I had many in the edifice of my youth
Hoots and hollers have now ceased
As the dimples set into crevices of comfort
Cushions for my callused caution
Cavalier youthful conduct
Rendered mistakes, and misgivings
The learning curves cordoned me
Back to scruples and safety
My curved course carried me
Out of the realm of that youthful dream
Propelled into the unexpected
A world with unimagined certitude
Here I am in my menses slowing hours
Immersed in an artistic caldron of magic
Submerged in discovery, void of my youth
Awakened to new creative curves
What a wonderful Ode to the rest of our life!
ReplyDeletei remember about a week ago we discussed the air of invisibility that comes with a little extra layer of fat... well i have been thinking about that this week,,, and i have decided that i do so like my little curvy hiding place too......
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have the ability to take any word and make it a word of art! xox
ReplyDelete(love the pic too)
Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing with us! *HUGS*
ReplyDeleteI love the "creative curves" at the end. The pic, ok, is just a hoot!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun pic topping this alliterative romp through a curvy life.
ReplyDeleteThe picture and words - pure magic!
ReplyDeletelove the pic - fun!!! - our curves seem to come and go paralleling life - not such a terrible thing when you think of lives well lived and well loved ---
ReplyDeleteWow...this is a lovely poem Sherrie....very poignant and so true for many of us.
ReplyDeletelove violette
I enjoyed your journey of curves Sherrie. :) I especially loved your illustration! If I could only embrace gravity as gracefully. ;)
ReplyDeleteXXOO
The last stanza--WOW!
ReplyDeleteYou created a great word picture, as always.
ReplyDeleteI guess as I age I become a Crevice man.
LOL..I looked at the picture and wondered how you caught my behind on canvas..lol..
ReplyDeletewhat a fun poem sherri!
PEace, Kai xx