Here is a poem I wrote today from a few odd notes in an old folder. I love how they become far more than they started out to be when you let them loose. It's kind of like it is with children.

Bodily Reflections

When I walk away from my mirror,
memory becomes selective.
I imagine bulges, bumps and cysts,
oversized moles and puss-filled zits.

Love-handles loom larger
in my reflective mind, flabbier
to me than objective observers
could honestly see.

I do not object. I simply walk away.
Next day; more sit-ups, less cake.
More protein, less pasta, followed
by a long, long walk beside the lake.

But other days, I turn and lines
just drop away. Years
and their creases shrink
in my mind's glass, and I say

pass the cookies, pass the wine.
Break the mirrors, and unwind
the many days and smiles and frowns
that laid these old lines down.

Today you were my mirror,
like a fun-house bend, you turned
self-hatred and with comedic, cutting
lines, you allowed me to be ugly;

and you liked it. So I undress
before you to see my skin droop
beautifully, my blemishes blind
with lovely light, reflected now through you.


Here is the link to my journal where I write this stuff. I keep meaning to put this under links.
http://sonofwalt.journalspace.com/