Fashions change and new customs devised, Naked bodies are molded anew, Simple garments are fastened and dyed, Skin uncovered then hidden from view. On such tides adolescence is tossed Up against sedimentary truth, In a contest assuredly lost Among ages and ages of youth. In our cult veneration of dust, Of whoever that he or she was, Who had shone the most brightly amongst Stringent limits of natural laws. Small surprise that we wonder about If that beauty was savage or soft, Was chaste innocence part of the charm, Or was sex what propelled them aloft? Did they gain adoration or fame, Was it seen as a gift or a curse, Were the bards of that age drawn to praise Or condemn them in slanderous verse? On and on, but my vision does drift To a woman in bright middle age, With her casual beauty and charm And a carefree glance to engage. For she moves at a different pace That good diet and exercise bring And inspires both poets and bards, So undoubtedly worth worshiping. See the snobs who unwisely rebuff Such profuse veneration as base Have not seen as she stretches and runs, Thus imbuing all progress with grace. Unconcerned they have already lost Let the teenagers rush as they've been. As she jogs through the sunlight a god And with everything still left to win.
Oh ode to woman in her prime… at 75 now i relish the memories of my forties…on my 40th birthday dancing on the bar, taking home a 25 year old for a 16 month one-night stand behind which i got sober… ever so grateful, even for my teenage years learning to drink. growing up in the sexual revolution as a flower child… now grandmere to 5 extraordinary beings… and that doesn’t even count all the mares i was midwife to raising a herd of Lipizzans with my no gone twin sis… thank you for your poetry 🖤💙🩵
Oh ode to woman in her prime… at 75 now i relish the memories of my forties…on my 40th birthday dancing on the bar, taking home a 25 year old for a 16 month one-night stand behind which i got sober… ever so grateful, even for my teenage years learning to drink. growing up in the sexual revolution as a flower child… now grandmere to 5 extraordinary beings… and that doesn’t even count all the mares i was midwife to raising a herd of Lipizzans with my no gone twin sis… thank you for your poetry 🖤💙🩵
Thank you so much, Im glad you liked it.
It was important for me to get this right.
I had someone in mind you see...
This is beautiful poetry, it made me cry, but in a good way , thankyou for sharing it
Thank you.
I'm glad you liked it.
Really excellent work
Stellar, Michael.
Thanks, means a lot
I almost didn't post this. A friend had to bully me into it.