Huh?😜
Who Is that Girl?
She doesn’t look like me –
Features changing day by day.
She has a sense of what is funny,
Yet her inner self is fixed on
Expiry and passing on; curtains, luck,
Kicking the bucket:
Startings, middles, ends.
Though still with much to write;
Vitality in mind and thought,
Scribbles in each room and spot,
(the world throughout)
Anywhere or place that’s flat.
She sings, but throat protests;
Plays with fingers less;
Eaten all there is to eat,
Met the ones most want to meet,
Made love, been loved,
Experienced the One above,
Had bits of fame…ambition’s game:
Now it’s enough!
The mirror, body tell the truth.
Raising points not needed dealing with,
May not have answers;
Ends of mouth that travel south;
Muscles that were firm in youth;
Soft, smaller, weaker.
Age, the Speaker of the House.
Who is she?
Me?
That’s right, she’s me.
Who Is That Girl? 10.6.2021 Pure Nakedness II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 