Jefferson Carter

Helen - Poem by Jefferson Carter



She’s almost 90, her forehead
like an uncloudy day. She must’ve
been a beautiful baby. Now
she farts during yoga, plow pose,
cow-face pose, even corpse pose,
you can hear her backfiring like
an old Vespa among the scented
candles. Nobody laughs. Certainly
not me. No jokes about gasasana,
the five inner winds, the vibrations
of the blissful sheath. I’m practicing
ujjayi breath, pretending I’m fogging
a mirror, imagining my blurred reflection,
which is almost nothing & preparing
to bow & say the divine in me
bows to the divine in you.

Topic(s) of this poem: aging

Comments about Helen by Jefferson Carter

  • (9/6/2014 4:40:00 PM)

    I can't stop laughing at this one..very funny... (Report) Reply

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  • Frank Ovid (4/16/2014 6:17:00 PM)

    Once again I'm thrilled how this guy moves seamlessly from one topic to another in such a short poem! Glad you posted!

    (I hope I'm not getting you in trouble with your publisher for posting more poems)
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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