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 This poem came out of the belly of my changing body as I reach toward menopause with tenuous, tentative hands…

I want to resist, but we all know; that doesn't work. So I give in: Surrender to the softening of body while embracing the strengthening of wisdom that wells up from years of moving through life as deep, human and hearted as possible.

This piece is a celebration of women, birth, aging, self, earth, death, sensuality, acceptance and full-on embrace for the inevitable changes along life's curvaceous road. 

My Rounding Womanly Body 
by Leslie Caplan

My rounding womanly body 
moves through
each veiled doorway
and pierces light into the ancient
Birthing brewing body
holding earth
with eyes that ignite 
the awakened ones 
holding true to who they are
Sensuous breathing steamy 
curvaceous bodies
give life in oceans
swallowing whole 
sea waters of wisdom
aglow with fire and moon
and all those beautiful shades
of blue
that seep into
the cracks of daylight
This rounding womanly body
written in stars and dangles off 
each pointed tip, a pearl
of strength and courage
and insight so deep
the night turns blacker
from its depth
Round womanly body
gives birth to
boys that turn men
warriors of the womb
And girls to woman 
in love with their own bodies
How dreams come true
and into
full fruition
Rounding womanly body
Aging into weathered wisdom
of a life so intensely lived
we flower
we bloom
we wither and pass on
such depth with each footprint
we've left here 
on the ground
So round
so womanly
so quenched
Plump with nectar and spice
A wet-kissed tongue 
slurping the flavor of its own juice
The juice of 
this round and womanly heart
ache exquisite
and profound
In the weighted belly of a tear
grows life
grows life
grows life
Substance in the love-grab of a hand
taken by the ripeness
of change
the deep, unwavering acceptance 
of all that fades
and appears again whole
inside the eyes
of the adoring.

Leslie Caplan is a passionate writer and has been published internationally. She is a professional Writing Coach and editor who encourages and evokes the strongest, deepest expression of the writer's voice and heart.  She also facilitates writing workshops where writing is used as a tool for revealing and healing.  She lives in the small town of Ashland, Oregon and you can connect with her on her website here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


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    1. You're welcome...I'm consideri g posting some of my poetry too. Just found this page. Very cool! Inspiring. I'm in the round body stage as well. Learning to embrace the changes and give gratitude to each and evy part of me as I transform.

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  2. Exquisite, Leslie!!


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