I am sharing with you another of the vignettes written in the Creative Writing Class with Barbara Gonzalez yesterday. We were asked to write a poem about our “BODY”. using all possible metaphors, images and recurrences.
My Body
Temple of the Holy Spirit
Nurture it
Respect it
Love itGod created me
In His splitting image
But I am not God
Still I am lucky
One among the billions
He knows each strand of my hair
Each line of my palm.Almost lifeless when I was born
Helpless, my parents in despair
Doctors frantic
Packs of blood transfused in my veins
He breathed life in me
From bluish hue
I turned to a pinkish hue
A miracle!Oh, my youth
Almost perfect
Whistle bait figure
Skin romancing the wind
With its youthful glow
Hair dancing to the sun’s delight
Lips puckering, they could kill
Eyes luring, intoxicating the prey
Legs wowing
Enchanting days of my youthNow nearing my golden years
Far from perfect
A waistline bursting in the seams
Boobs crying for support
Greying hair peeping, sometimes hiding
Tiny varicoses seeping through my legs
Patches of skin discoloration here and there
Lasered eyes, drooping cheeks
Eyelids in need of repair
Sigh
What imperfections
When I die, I know
God will not take my body
But He will welcome my soul
Once kept in my Body
Temple of the Holy Spirit
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10 responses so far ↓
annamanila // Feb 17, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Awww. Your poetry is full of angst now. I understand about being less than perfect now (tho i have never been whistlebait or fairskinned). Sabi nga nila: growing old is one of the unexpected thngs that happen to Man. Haha. Ok lang, Buti ka nga, you are aging gracefully .. you can joke about it, can write a poem about it. You still beautiful, Dine, but even if that goes … the beauty inside endures. Haha … pampalakasloob.
kimmy // Feb 17, 2007 at 8:28 pm
very enlightening hehehe! complete opposite of what i did for the class (wink, wink).
Rach // Feb 18, 2007 at 9:34 am
That’s very beautiful Dine. Thanks for sharing those heartfelt words. Kung Hei Fat Choy!
Belle // Feb 18, 2007 at 12:01 pm
Beautiful! I especially like the enchanting part of your youth.
Toe // Feb 18, 2007 at 2:06 pm
Oh, hahaha… you’re really funny Sexy Mom. I just love it…
A waistline bursting in the seams
Boobs crying for support
Greying hair peeping, sometimes hiding
Tiny varicoses seeping through my legs
Patches of skin discoloration here and there
Lasered eyes, drooping cheeks
Eyelids in need of a Los Angeles blepharoplasty
Its these little details that make your writing beautiful and honest.
Congratulations… I’m sure you’re doing well in your class and here’s to more poems and stories from you.
dimaks // Feb 19, 2007 at 10:10 am
Nicely done!
Rumi’s lines are somewhat related hereto:
...Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave. -rumi
niceheart // Feb 20, 2007 at 9:56 am
Nice poem sexy mom. I’m a few years younger than you but I can already relate to the waistline bursting in the seams and the greying hair.
I would never describe myself in my youth as you did though. I had such low self esteem and didn’t think I was attractive at all.
Noemi Asks, Sexy Mom Says : The D Spot // Jun 3, 2007 at 3:54 pm
[...] Oh yes, physically, there may be gaps, even bulges here and there. But one would know how to deal with them, hide them in their proper places, by way of dressing in the right manner or posing for pictures in the right angle. These are inevitable, such that one comes to terms with all of these physical flaws and accepts them. Life is not anymore focused on “what others think of me”, but “what gives me satisfaction”. I am even reminded of a poem I wrote a few months back, My Body. [...]
vk // Jun 4, 2007 at 12:25 am
Dear sexy mom,
Very interesting poem, really, it has a feeling…
Like me, life begins at 40´s….
Whatever i do, i act, i wear….
Still can been seen that i am now in my age…..
And I am proud of It, Happy of it and Thankful to God that He has given this life to me….
Nice your Poem….....reflect really of yourself….
YOU ARE REALLY SEXY AND ATTRACTIVE WOMAN,
A WOMAN………………….
Growing in Age, Celebrating Life : The D Spot // Dec 11, 2008 at 4:54 pm
[...] My Body [...]
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