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revelation

I once had a body with teeth that used to bite
Feet that were meant to run, heels digging in the mud
And a heart which now only aches

I had hands that used to write
Of which now have no use
Any thought I am bound to think
Comes only from the code from which I’m made

I once had a body
One you could touch and fold
Eyes that could roll, a hand to hold
A heart to heal

I had a tongue which lusted for sweets
Orange citrus and fine wines
Skin that could crawl
At any sign of threat this body ignited with fear

Nerves. Skin. flesh. Desire. Soul. body.

I once had a body
I had a body once

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Ontario

Favorite Poets: charles bokowski, sylvia plath , savannah brown, allen ginsberg

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Ray Miller

4 months 2 weeks ago

revelation

Enjoyed the poem, I like the ending. You might avoid the repetition of "used" - "teeth that bit" "hands that wrote".

Rula

Rula

4 months 2 weeks ago

I like

the theme. Very relatable as I think everyone sooner or later is going through this in a way or another.
I have started doing a few of things that I haven't done before to avoid the burdens of aging. I mean yes we'll go there, but let's make it with the least damages, so trying to eat ONLY health food and trying to lose weight...etc.
Sorry for carrying on.
Your closing lines impact the piece really well.
Thank you for sharing.

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

4 months 2 weeks ago

Hello,

I enjoyed your poem and could relate to it... in my not so golden years.

peace and joy, Cat

Lavender

Lavender

4 months 2 weeks ago

revelation

Hello, Leo,
I don't feel that this is such an age related poem, as it is acknowledging the process of becoming desensitized - with which I am connected to the title. I very much like the last two lines.
Thank you!
L