The Myth of Youth

The Myth of Youth

A Poem by Siobhan

 

The One They Watch
 
I am no longer the one they gaze at,
walking into walls for a glimpse of hip
and tight tee. My curves are rounder, fuller
than thin, lithe girls not yet woman enough
to teach them manners and mischief alike.
At peace with the body of goddess,
rather than nymph, I walk with head held high,
my stride not a strut, and yet still with wiggle
enough to entice the glance of the men
who know this experience and beauty
are better than hips bones and odd angles,
who can tell by the tilt of smile, I’m real.
 
 

© 2008 Siobhan


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"Tell by the tilt of smile"

You have a talent for unique and wonderful expressions that stay in the mind like the notes of a song that won't leave. Love the energy I feel in your poetry. It moves. Strong. Confident. Wise. Knowing. Might have been the smile that gave it away. ;-)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Siobhan
Siobhan

Springfield, IL



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I am a woman - and a poet - and mother - wife and lover. I write to remain somewhat sane. My passion is poetry yet I dabble in suspense romance as well (the writing of, that is). more..

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