Friday, May 04, 2007

Poetry Friday: The Word is BELLY

I have one.
You have one, too.
Some are taut and tan.
Some are squishy and quite pale.
Some are hairy and some are bare,
and they lead kisses down to...there....

The Poetry Friday Word for today is BELLY. Feel free to use that lil word in your blog post today, in whatever warm and fuzzy version you choose...poem, story, photo, guitar solo, David sculpture, video of college guys at the gym pumping iron....

The word BELLY is distracting for me, as I immediately conjure up sexy thoughts.

Hmmm...some right arm around Sergei, my hand on his belly, and then exploring...


yeah, that's what I mean.

But not all belly-talk is sexy. Girl-child's belly hurts quite often, it seems, either from hunger or too much food, and she likes me to sit with her and rub her fuzzy puppy belly til she feels better. Boy-child's belly is becoming quite a six-pack, and when he peels off his sweaty soccer shirt, I can see the teenage boy he is soon to become, and oh how the girls will call and call him.

And, of course, my belly is a mess.
But let's not talk about that today.

I have a few slight offerings, words strung together, hurredly, with emotion held back, because if I could, I would scream the word BELLY top of my lungs whilst running naked through the building. There's also a good belly, and a bad belly (Mike Myers, how could you?).

Have a great weekend, y'all!

Bent Willows

In the moment
After the arch
And the release
My legs straddling
Your waist
I collapse
An open mouth
My breasts meet
You first
But it’s the belly
The belly
the warm
That presses
new leaves
Into our skin
As the branches
Lace and
Dew droplets
And down

Meaning Behind the French

Why my child?
Well, when you were still a star-twinkle
In two pairs of eyes,
I walked through our garden and
spied a cabbage, a lovely thing,
And set about to eating it.
I did not realize that
Deep within its leaves
Was a seed.
That seed warmed my belly.
Your father tended my garden,
(we laughed afterward
from the tickling of the new shoots growing),
and some time later,
you were born.
That is why
That is why.
And now to bed with you,
And now lay your head down,
Je t'aime,
Mon petit chou.

Gorgeous Belly, starting 40 seconds in. Oh. My. God. Those jeans....

NOT a gorgeous belly. This gives me the dry heaves.


At 9:26 AM, Blogger gr said...

Mine is fuzzy. Now you know.

At 9:48 AM, Blogger Maggie said...

mon petit chou - how adorable. but bent willows makes me all sexy hot. :-)

At 10:22 AM, Blogger Irrelephant said...

Mona, I love how you have the knack of portraying the act in those sensual tones. Marvelous stuff, as always. And the cabbage leaf humour...very fun stuff!

At 11:18 AM, Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

My little cabbage. I think that's one of the best poems you've ever written. I just love it. Absolutely love it.

And as usual, the other's got me all hot.

At 12:54 PM, Blogger meno said...

OMG. Robert Plant's belly. Oh my. Ahem. Ummm. What? You distracted me.

Okay, for the record, my belly is not fuzzy. The cabbage poem is sweet. Easy to read. make sure to include it in your book of poems for children.

At 2:37 PM, Blogger patches said...

If I smoked, I would be lighting a cigarette now.... I am impressed by the way you describe passion without overexerting language. Robert Plant, where have all the flat stomachs gone?

At 4:30 PM, Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Oh, to have nice abs and belly! You describe it beautifully for the adults and so sweetly for the kids' section!
Mine's an innie! Anyone's an outie?

At 9:34 PM, Blogger Sanjay said...

A m a z i n g :)

At 11:41 PM, Blogger Cynical Girl said...

Bellys are so underrated. Mmmmm...

At 12:22 PM, Blogger Teri said...

I'm scared to watch that second video... dry heaves, huh?


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