Arlene Corwin Poetry

There are wrinkles, lines,

Osteo- this, osteo- that,

And then the bumps –

Perplexing lumps

From nowhere,

Showing up and growing,

Coming and not going.

Bother!

You think cancer, other

Causes and annoyances:

Worry, costs and doctors.

Signs and trends!

Oh, brother,

Will they never end –

These changes downward foul and fetid,

Sour, dour, cowardly?

Unsightly forms

Informing us

Of beauty’s loss, songs unsung,

Boss death and wretched other wrongs?

^{Lumps & Bumps 5.29.2016}

^{Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; 5.29.2016}

^{Arlene Corwin}