Beauty Gone
It isn’t that I was a beauty,
But the mirrors and the date remind me:
Youth has beauty.
Grounded in the supple,
“You’re the apple of my eye”, says Nature.
Ageing’s mystery,
The muscle mass,
Proportions nose to lips,
Waist/hips
The elasticity replaced…
Cheekbone, with its hostile lines
That droops a jaw, chin through to neck.
Oh, heck, maybe the wick
Of beauty really comes
When youthful beauty goes.
© Beauty Gone 10.29.2008
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman;
Circling Round Wrinkles; I Is Always You Is We;
Circling Round Vanities;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 