An Older Woman
1.
Hers is a used and casual
beauty, the best kind actually for
it never needs to trumpet itself.
It simply is, like the world.
2.
She’s lived by rising and falling,
perfecting symphonies of self-love.
Her speech is worn smooth as the
throats of wild flowers.
3.
She thinks with her body
which means she thinks long,
lithe, limber thoughts.
But she can’t stand missionaries.
4.
Her dreams are as dark as
last night’s wine, which is to
say she sleeps sound and sane,
with untroubled eyes.
5.
She believes in a grounded heaven –
people will still have sex,
and we’ll keep our four seasons.
But she predicts pedicures for free.
What a striking way to be an older woman. In This Night Of Our Age is also a recent favorite of mine. I appreciate your gifted words. You help me see how to better craft thoughts. Thanks for giving me such a beautiful way to learn.
Rachel
Rachel Franklin Writer RachelFranklinWrites.com
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Thanks for your kind words, Rachel. I appreciate them very much!
You’re welcome. Oops, I replied through email and see my signature came through. Not intentional.
Once again, John, a thing of beauty, craft, and heart.
Thank you, my friend. Really.
Oh, this is one lovely Older Woman-I like her vision of Heaven. Well done.
Thanks, Jody. I like it too.
John, you give us older women a beautiful vision to aspire to. Thank you l
I appreciate you taking the time to comment, Joy. Thanks!
Reblogged this on Jackie Lea Sommers and commented:
Love this.
A reblog? Wow, many thanks, Jackie!
Thank you for your beautiful words!
She is beautiful.
Yes, J.L., I agree. Thanks!
Just remembered your friends call you Jess. So I will too.
I use the hashtag ‘beautyintheeveryday’ when I post pictures — this absolutely is the epitome of that. You always weave so much beauty and emotion into the simple, everyday things, and create the sacred. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Carol. I like that hashtag!
BLASE, The Newly Acclaimed One â
As you might expect, I loved this piece from you. And given that I am a man of a certain age, many of my women friends are of a certain age as well. They are in the same tribe certainly, maybe even cohort as the moderns say. I read it aloud to two of them the other day at table with friends. They burst into tears and demanded it be sent along to them. They spent the next half hour on the various devices â ignoring my witty conversation and being careful of their manicures, of course â firing it round to their comrades round the country. Untold numbers of women are laughing and weeping and praising your name. Well-played, Blase, well-played.
A true poet is an observer first and a wordsmith second. And you are damned fine one.
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