More Examination Observation
Sixty eight and something’s new:
Breasts are lower – larger too.
The bad, the good -as usual.
Relatively new, I need new time
To melt into a new quiescence,
Seeing beauty in two breasts
That used to stand and stick right out.
Time to see them not as symbol
When I thought them much too small,
Not as symptom,
But as guests whose fall
Gives rise to modesty,
An I-less anonymity:
A mild, non-thought, non-value thing –
But valued as an old dear Ming,
An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring
Enduring, non-alluring, lowering:
Time for giving in.
K. can always see the bright side.
I see death come closer;
Chains and series; night ride
To a darker place.
I’ve got no choice.
(It could be worse.)
It’s time to go from strength to strengths,
From self-display to coming-out
To celebrate an ageing part;
Leave behind the body doubt
And gadding ‘bout
And preening what was only wart
To an arlene-ing of the heart,
The voice and head
Instead.
© More Examination, Observation 02.8.7 (revised04.9.20)
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman; Nature In & Of Reality;
Birth, Death & In Between; I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; Time;
Arlene Corwin
Sixty eight and something’s new:
Breasts are lower – larger too.
The bad, the good -as usual.
Relatively new, I need new time
To melt into a new quiescence,
Seeing beauty in two breasts
That used to stand and stick right out.
Time to see them not as symbol
When I thought them much too small,
Not as symptom,
But as guests whose fall
Gives rise to modesty,
An I-less anonymity:
A mild, non-thought, non-value thing –
But valued as an old dear Ming,
An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring
Enduring, non-alluring, lowering:
Time for giving in.
K. can always see the bright side.
I see death come closer;
Chains and series; night ride
To a darker place.
I’ve got no choice.
(It could be worse.)
It’s time to go from strength to strengths,
From self-display to coming-out
To celebrate an ageing part;
Leave behind the body doubt
And gadding ‘bout
And preening what was only wart
To an arlene-ing of the heart,
The voice and head
Instead.
Arlene Corwin Poetry 