Mother Body Poems

The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness...

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Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and...

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the pain is a mothers warm kiss

but my mother never kissed me

kisses were replaced with hits

words of love were twisted into hateful stabs

my mother could...

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"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
        ...

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There is sound of laughter in the air and the people have something profound to share, they are moving about in the street, and they...

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Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!?

Once upon a time yours truly did allow
himself to consume anything in sight
eats of mine in...

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Everything is selected carefully for the making of the queen. Everything is selected carefully before the queen gets married to the deal. The temperament of...

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Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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The flaws,

The way that my shoulders are broader than they need to be,
So that the small, tight tops never fit right,
So that I look muscular,
“Like...

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I’m not you.
And I never will be.
Even though as each day dies off,
I’ve come to notice you in passing windows.
When it should be me looking...

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Soon it will be a cold winter's day, 
hot chocolate is great for any holiday. 
I want to go out and play, 
let's go riding...

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HEALTHY SENIOR

My mother used to feed me to grow up big and strong
Cauliflower and broccoli, some foods that taste so wrong
How could anyone believe that...

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She’s gradually becoming a shadow,
Yet she looks beyond the shrivelled meadow,
She’s gradually walking into the night,
Yet she summons the light.

She rises with the morning,
She says...

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love, spring, and death

it was spring, late April, snow thawed and sun-warmed
winter cold faces, I was 18 and in love
the object of my desire was...

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