Seventy & Eight

Seventy and eight:

You’ve set aside some vanity.

What was it but priority?

And some priorities have changed.

Acceptance of some disappearance;

Change of balance, skin that’s run the distance,

Re-arrangement of the substances inherent –

or you thought..

 

When you’re nearing birthdays

Each and every twelfth damned month,

You shun

The cant if you’re observant.

‘Happy Birthday’ not so plain.

This has that… and that’s a pain.

Marriages have come and gone,

You’ve eaten everything on offer.

Gone the need to empty coffer entertaining.

 

Suffering more neutralized;

So many friends and kin have died.

You’ve channeled drives

That used to thrive on pleasure.

 

With a birthday coming up

You’re going down each second’s unit

So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.

 

Here is where it gets didactic:

Birthdays coming up – don’t hope but have it.

As for vanity, retract it.

That’s it.

 

Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012/revised 8.27.2017

Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

This Body

Pesky, troublesome, capricious;

Efforts to control a wild-goose chase,

Farcical: a waste.

A strain in vain; hurts when it hurts;

Longings and desires, when and where it will,

Its underskirts.

 

It goes its way, in the way

And sometimes, thank the Lord, not…

One is forced to say,

“This is my lot.

I’ll do what I can do to help it stay

As long as possible;

Comfortable, perhaps good-looking, but

God knows, that part is least.”

This body is a beast

With some kind of intelligence that lies in destiny.

 

Goodbye old vanity,

Old friend one used to think so highly of,

Be steered by and obey.

Goodbye old energies one understood so little too.

Goodbye old you –

With arms, legs, trunk,

All of its useful junk inside;

The ride, the slide,

The destination thought its own,

Just bone,

If that.

 

You notice I don’t call it ‘my’,

Belonging as it does to nature.

‘It’ an it and ‘this’ a this; this body a bo-die.

 

This Body 7.15.2017

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Selfies & The (Selfish) Need

Rembrandt painted hundreds in one medium or t’other.

Thanks to photo’s techno-grams

Selfies of all kinds abound,

Home paintboxes thick on the ground

Which begs the question:

Exploration or self-love?

Motives passive and elusive, definitely inconclusive,

Probably a votive to self-love;

The selfie shows its needs up front.

Pretext for one’s vanity, its insecurity.

 

Then there’s the blog:

A kind of selfie, yes?

There to impress via modernity’s express

A world you hope

Is waiting for your scoop,

Your dope, your poop.

 

When you’ve seen a glut of bodies

Photo-shopped and chopped to please,

Is there more you need to see?

Or is it true desire breeds desire

And that fact a warning dire?

 

Impudently, imprudently

Continuing until we rue the days that bluntly

Lead us nowhere in particular

But to the usual, predictable, familiar wrinkling

And the loss of beauty’s pull.

Selfies & The (Selfish) Need 7.5.2017

Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin

Facial Hairs Mystify

Facial hairs mystify,

Growing how and where they will,

Which partly sheds light on reason why

They call it, willy-nilly.

 

White, black, silky, coarse,

All on the selfsame surface –

Growing inward, shooting up and outward!

It’s ridiculous!

At times I curse the space

They call the face.

It shows no logic.

It’s not magic, not strategic,

But some feeble plan of nature,

Some chaotic plan inscrutable

Whose structure is a stricture

On a want of one thing or another.

Keeping tweezer handy

Without ever understanding,

I surrender

To a power

Higher than…

And I give in,

Say a prayer for some unwitting sin

I must be paying for.

Follicles win

Hands down, I mean,

Face down.

 

Facial Hairs Mystify 10.15.2016

Circling Round Nature II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Vanities II, Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

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I Like Looking Like A Boy

I like looking like a boy.

Those massive locks

That locked in looks

From boys and men –

Well, that was then

And now is now.

 

I’ve thrown out needs

And taken in

Convenience, suitability

Which looks as nice – e’en twice as nice

To those bystanders’ gawking shoulders

(Appeal’s molder in the eyes

Of the beholder),

 

Now it’s time for short and neat,

Just as cute

When coexisting with a sweet,

Kind, loving nature;

Character,

Persona’s self charisma

Which as hypnotic, gives off honey’s own melisma,*

Charm’s attraction which,

If used correctly

Does more good

Than all the ringlets ever could.

*a group of notes sung to one syllable of text.

 

I Like Looking Like A Boy 11.24.2016

Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II;Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Higher/Lower

Even the eyebrows lower;

It shows in the darned mirror:

Life changes constantly,

A going downward mostly –

At least physically,

For I, the inner I invisible

Am rising high,

Am rising high.

And so to hell with vanity

And negativity.

Life’s outer is a liar,

For I, I rise still higher.

 

Lower/Higher 8.20.2016

Circling Round Vanities II; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

Trying To Stay Woman

I wouldn’t call it vanity,

More nature of proclivity,

Its natural routine:

We’ll call it femininity.

Showing up one day: testosterone, whisker stiff,

Non-specific, un-terrific.

Something foreign taking over,

Over which you’ve no control;

Identity’s uncertainty,

The struggle to stay womanly

Without looking transves-titty:

Trying to stay woman.

 

(original version found 7.22.2016)

I wouldn’t call it vanity

(though Augustine might).

More proclivity’s routine: a femininity.

Who can ignore the whiskers stiff,

Testosterone’s attack,

The fact that something foreign’s taken over,

Over which you’re no control – a Janus head,

Identity an ambiguity.

The struggle to stay woman

Without looking like a transvestite.

 

Trying To Stay Woman 2.16.2014/10.25.2014/revised7.22.2016

Circling Round Woman II; Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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