New poem.
inside this
clothing
an average wrapper of
slightly sagging skin upon
an average man
who’s been eaten smaller
by his age
he undresses himself
before sleep
stands in front of
a former enemy
a mirror
sees
wisdom about
and love for
himself
revealed in how
his folded hands rest
upon his loose husk
of a belly
those things
were once
so hard
to see
now they stand out
against approaching
Dark
and offer him
surprising comfort
before Sleep
Dark Matter 
February 21st, 2015 at 8:57 am
This is a beautiful poem. I am still looking in the mirror sometimes and wondering where I have gone, when in actual fact I am more here than ever! Lovely to find you via Lea
Christine
February 20th, 2015 at 12:47 pm
Ahh, yes! One of the unexpected gifts of age, being at home in your own skin….literally and figuratively. Love it. You say it so well.
Poets can make what appears harsh or simply pragmatic into something lovely and inspiring. Thank you,. I have the insights, but not the poet’s gift. Other than a slight twinge of envy, I am always delighted to hear you say what I sense, but don’t have the words to communicate. What a gift you have to share.
February 20th, 2015 at 9:31 am
I like the realness your words feel….
and I like your thoughts you have penned
Thank you for sharing with us this morning
Take care…You Matter…
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maryrose
February 20th, 2015 at 9:41 am
Thanks.
February 20th, 2015 at 9:42 am
You’re Welcome
February 20th, 2015 at 7:58 am
powerful & beautiful!
February 20th, 2015 at 4:19 am
Reblogged this on poetry, photos and musings oh my! and commented:
A brutally honest poet makes peace with his ageing self. Beautiful! Is it any wonder he is one of my favourites?
February 20th, 2015 at 4:14 am
Beautiful!