Gifted But Out Of Tune

 

Doctor: “What can you expect?

You’re eighty-two! Accept it!

Vocal cords, no longer tighten.

Yours will never close again.”

 

Goodness knows, boy, do I know it!

Unpredictable, quixotic.

Coming, going, throwing

Intonation out the window.

 

Eighty-two, all soon to be

An eighty- three.

Must Corwin flee because of age?

Flee the stage because of age?

Damn, no!

Today, tomorrow,

She says no to going!

 

Sings her heart out – when she can.

Songs fantastic; jazzy, cool,

Breaking rule harmonic

For the music and the fun of it.

But voice, alas, hard to control,

Its life so unconnected to the whole.

 

Bitch pitch, stich with crooked seam;

Bad, sad, how she sorely wants to scream.

She doesn’t.   Giving out the gifts from heaven,

Hearing flaws – now a given.

Focusing

on now and only…

Singing, playing joyfully;

Doing when and how,

She crowns the gig and takes a bow.

Gifted But Out Of Tune 10.7.2017

Vaguely About Music II; Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

A Body Winds Down

         A Body Winds Down

A body winding down –

Its signs a preparation:

Loss of appetite, sound sleep at night;

Strength in arm and grip,

Youthful movement in the hip;

Fifty small, small things of note –

To note, denote, remote

As they may be.

 

Beginning early, barely showing:

Gone or worn, the bite uneven,

Pearly whites no longer pearly;

Vocal cords and tongue or throat

Cracked, coated…

Body borne from infancy,

Winding down.

 

There it is, the fact of it.

Can you take

The tact of it?

(Or tactlessness –

The zero chance to make

It over?)

Living’s always closing in on kith and kin –

On all and every who can’t win,

The numbers passing by

Each day receding into destiny.

A Body Winds Down 9.14.2017

Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

It Was A Sunny Day Today

 

 

 

Once I Was Young

A cliché maybe,

For the multitudes have said it,

Yet,

One thinks it now and then,

In one way or another.

Situation, circumstance transport it to

The frontal lobe.

One probes the wardrobe of the brain

Where dreams have lain

And lie there still, so very still and quiet.

 

But today I chanced to see

A photograph of me

And chanced to say,

“Once I was young”.

It did not feel like cliché,

But fresh, revivifying

Memories I had not thought about,

Affections that now brought about

Sensations not particularly rosy –

But not jarring either.

More a nosy statement not opposing fact;

In fact, prosaic,

Dry.

 

I

Once

Was young

Not to

Be that again.

Do you

Experience that also?

Once I Was Young 7.23.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

The Making Of Perfect Love

     The Making Of Perfect Love

The sex is simple.

Though there’s pattern, never boring.

Feeling new, e’en better every time.

How can that be?

The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date,

And one knows couples who

Are either bored to death or hate

The touch, approach,

Who douche

Just to escape the loathing

(even some who wear their clothing

into bed).

 

But with us, we focus.

Simple, the affection real,

Start so gradual

It’s hardly recognizable as such.

As for the finish,

Since there never was a start,

It sometimes has no end,

Just petering from aged tiredness

With never a dissatisfaction,

Life and day continuing

In the most natural of ways.

 

The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Pleasures Of A Low Sex Drive

Low sex drive,

No sex drive,

Enjoying it,

The yearning, pining, longing gone,

Not missing it a bit.

Distracting thoughts,

One-sided thoughts,

Dissipated into thin, thin air,

Scattered and dispelled God-knows-where.

Who in heaven or hell cares?

Like losing fetters

That bound up mind, heart

(and other parts) for years.

What a delight

To have hormonal chains

Evaporate

All by themselves, fording

Oceans, seas and rivers

Of their own accord

To come to rest

Inside a calm and loving breast

That doesn’t give a hoot

About

A screw.

 

Pleasures of A Low Sex Drive 1.21.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Incredible!

Incredible!

A wrinkle

Unfamiliar, new!

Wake up to pee,

Pass by the mirror, view

A me

That spies an eye –

A wrinkle,

And I die of incredulity.

Error? Nature?

Nature makes not one mistake.

God’s perplexing statement

Echoing the undebated:

Meshing networks predetermined,

Making one think twice,

Acclimatize

To fateful fact and fact-ful fate

That body dies

Sooner or later.

Hard to swallow,

Say a yes to.

Who

Can choose?

Not me, now you.

Inevitable and incredible!

 

Incredible! 12.10.2016

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Aging; Nature In & Of Reality; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Joys Of Aging

A complement to Watching The Signs Of Aging

 

After the complaining

And the moaning groaning,

Crying, wailing

Compensating elements

Make up for the travail.

 

Appetite for [lots of] food and such

Is still alive, though wanting not

Nor needing,

Feeding much of much,

Replaced by something that arrives

Quite late:

Discipline that liberates

A weary palate, loss of taste

One has no explanation for.

 

Already written, prized surprisingly:

Loss of lust!

Lust condensed to love and empathy.

So much better, I assure you.

Balanced and secure,

Full of health and warmth.

 

Remind me reader

What you’re free from.

I would love to hear from

Any one

Of you.

 

Joys Of Aging 12.7.2016

Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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