Ode to Women’s beauty.
Speechless and numb, I gazed on her beauty there,
Her limbs, her hands, her soft flowing hair.
Her voice the whisper of an angel’s prayer..
SHE..roamed her eyes over the banquet fair,
The roasts, the salads, the fruits so rare,
And of my adoration, just so….au contraire.
“There is so much beauty before us here ,
It is so hard to decide….you tell me, my dear,”..
She said..”What to you is the most desirous fare?”
[ Perhaps I should explain this poetic burst of feminine adoration…especially after all, in this time of “men behaving so very badly”….In a week I will be 68 years old…I have truly reached the end of that “Autumn” of one’s life, and as I go toward that inevitable “Winter”, that three score and ten.. I am just thankful of having reached this time and as we all do when we reach this age, we have seen revealed to us most of those “mysteries” of life…those “magician’s tricks” of fate that have confounded and affected us through all these years…but there is ONE living “mystery” that, thankfully, has eluded my comprehension…and eluded me in the most delightful and sweet way…and may it ever be so…. : Joe Carli ]