Fresh Poem by Jette Blackstone
Fresh
I bent down
so I could see my face
upside down
and through the mirror,
between legs,
my future stared back-
lumps of loose flesh cascading
like rippling waves on a windy lake
without a sail-
I sat upright, became
lit like a firecracker,
stoked by desire,
aged inside oak,
drunk like wine-
layers of flavor
detected within delicate
lines and wrinkles
to convince the connoisseur
that the flavor remains fresh.
Beauty Sown In Heart And Poem! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! Ever So Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
The poem shows how deeper you live your life dear poet.The horizon of the poem is infinity.Thanks dear poet for sharing.
I like the line The horizon of the poem is infinity! That is a great one. You should use that. I like to think that he height of our potential is infinity. I will remember that...
jette, i'm trying to figure out how one sits upside down, but i get what you're saying here—and smile. yes, there are all kinds of attractiveness—not just that of youth. for somewhat similarly-themed pieces, you might check out my poems my sixty-eight-year-old self looks in the mirror and aging as ascent. glen
It's very hard...in fact, I made a few edits to make this more 'realistic.' Thanks Glen. SMILE. :)
what a delicious surprise to realize that wellspring of desire is ageless. ((laughing)) Who knew? Enjoyed with a smile. Thanks.
Ha! You knew all along and didn't tell the rest of us! Thanks Sandra. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I was right that this is a confrontation with aging, as your TOPIC(S) note indicates. It's a sensitive subject but your treatment is whimsical on the surface and I suspect serious within your MIND (It is in mine) . Poles of time are opposed to each other: future - cascading on a lake; present - firecracker and wine, both potentially explosive to one's self image. But the imagery of the closing stanza suggests you are OK with this aging.
Aging is inevitable as we travel toward death, but it is the journey, not the ending that brings joy, anticipation, and spiritual growth. The older we get, the more feeble, the more lines that develop, but we our minds loosen and hopefully our wisdom takes root with the confidence derived from experience. We are like beautifully aged wines! :)