Her eye turns inward
seeking the truth.
One tooth is missing,
no nutcracker on the left.
A scar graces her ankle,
lawnmower out of control.
Her heart is aflutter,
perhaps it is love?
Her body--no centerfold-- is yet a work of art.
It does not chart a path by
rules and regulations,
formulas and protocols.
Her body evolves, flows, spirals and,
like a river,
finds its own level
in the container called life/death/life.
5 comments:
Lovely poem.
Have you got that appointment for the second opinion? Hope so.
Good luck with this.
Suki, I'm very sorry to hear of your health issue.Hopefully, it all gets sorted out soon,,and you can out this time behind you.
Love the poem,,,beautifully tells the story.
really lovely.
I love the last part where your body is finding its own level.
Your poetry says it all Suki.
Such a talented poetess!!!!
Sending you warm hugs for the weeekend...
Kiss Bibs for me.
Love,
♥ Robin ♥
thinking of you ....
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