What Curvy Women Want

It's August and this is the last month much of the North American continent will be wearing revealing fashions for comfort, but for a lot of us with body issues & complex histories with ourselves comfort is not so easy. I am dedicating the blogs this month to body image, & self love. This next poem is a deeply personal piece, it's full of snippets of my history. Writing it helps me process these feelings of sadness so I can get on with my life. I hope you'll stay and read it, leave me a comment if it resonates with you. Next week I'll hit you with a couple of music reviews and some curvy fashionistas. Thanks for visiting and even greater thanks for reading the poem in it's entirety. Much Gratitude to all my readers. A Letter to My Past & Present. I've been in a funk all day, you see it's been 18 years since I stood there and lied you thought they were tears of joy really it was all a ploy to keep me protected at night. Didn...

Welcome to Your Sensual Saturday Poetry, with your hostess the Pueblo Poetess, Staring into racks of old dreams and new expectations colorful things with hidden stains in places only speaking of pasta. I turned the corner and came across her.  I probably should not tell you this story here I go doubting myself again  but the way I saw her to some would be called objectification. To me she was the muse I had been missing The ebony skin of eternal galaxies starlight vision A blue feathered earring. One hand on an orange summer dress, fingers hidden in a silky fabric the other a delicately sculpted set of phalanges bringing her phone past her perfectly aligned neck. A blue feathered earring fluttering.  Thick Black Hair braided into a rose on the top of her head, like a fairy she sparkled Who needs a painting of a girl with a Pearl earring Here was a flawless ear & a blue feathered earring fluttering gently. She was midnight m...