Mourning Song To A Face

20 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, a sense of the ridiculous II, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles, nature of & in reality, Uncategorized Tags:

Sometimes one just has to ‘take the piss out of…’ and laugh at oneself! Philosophically, of course!

Mourning Song To A Face😁
👩‍🎤
Ooh, ooh, I’m vain!
Looked at ye old looking glass again
And there were lines up, down, diagonal
Some long, some short, some horizontal;
More today than yesterday
That tell no lies – “no way!”
(As kids are fond of saying).
(I use) hydrogen peroxide to erase
This beastly ageing of the face
That’s waging war on my, MY face!
How dare you nature, to disgrace
This face like some decaying carcass!
As I bathe and scrub and rub
Diagonally and up and down…
Well, at least I’m spotlessly soaped cleaner now.
It nearing Christmas, a new year.
‘New year’ just one advanced age more;
Not benefaction or a gift,
Just one more mourning try to sift
Through shifting cells ‘broke down’,
And trying mainly, vainly not to frown,
Hide through a mask of clown-like makeup
But take up
The day with an unuttered no opinion.

Mourning Song To A Face 12.20.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Ageig; Arlene Nover Corwin

Wrinkles Are No Longer Sprinkles

06 Nov 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles, Uncategorized Tags:

Simply ridiculous…
Miraculous that I am not edentulous;
(Love it!  It means toothless!)
Not infamous, anonymous or famous.
I should be glad.
I should be grateful.
Instead I’m mad,
Refuse to take a photo.
(Which a short time back had never failed)
There’s no shade or shadow 
That sets off a face that’s lined as lace.
The race is lost.
The boat has sailed,
Wrinkles are no longer sprinkles
But embedded ruts.
No ands or buts…
I am no longer nuts
About a photo shoot, about a ‘take’,
Which at this point must try a ‘fake’
With photoshop –
Lopping here, cropping there,
Mopping hair that may look gauzy.
The whole darned process nauseating,
 
Meanwhile and instead, and ‘fore I’m dead,
I’ll purify myself creating
Verse like this,
Dismiss
              the vanity while drawing breath,
Keep the midriff small in girth
Walk the earth
                        in aging mirth
And struggle not to grouch
Too much.😇
 
Wrinkles Are No Longer Sprinkles 11.6.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles: Arlene Nover Corwin

The Thinning Skin

24 Oct 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, birth death & In between III, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles, Uncategorized Tags:

  The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think

 

I never stopped to think,

The skin gets thin.

Then looking down, I saw my leg,

And there it was: the winter

Of my life in action: reneging;

Processing past youth – and losing.

Not amusing!

Definitely not!

Fragility, a new reality;

Oils, creams and salves to save

A youth no longer tangible.

Every syllable a wail of decline.

Not fine,

Definitively not, not fine!

 

And yet, I saw the possi-probablity

That by design God is benign,

And if the wine goes sour

Some divine sweet guarantee

Will make it fine –

Despite the programmed skin of youth’s denial.

The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think; 2.5.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Birth, Death & In Between III;

 

 

 

A Body Winds Down

14 Sep 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, birth death & in between II, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles Tags:

         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

 

 

 

Incredible!

10 Dec 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, birth death & in between II, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles, nature of & in reality Tags:

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

 

I Like Looking Like A Boy

24 Nov 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round aging, circling round vanities II, circling round woman, Circling Round Woman II, circling round wrinkles Tags:

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

20 Aug 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round aging, circling round vanities II, circling round wrinkles Tags:

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

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

13 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II, circling round time II, circling round wrinkles Tags:

Eighty Is Too Young To Die

 

Eighty is too young to die.

Ninety too.

There’s no

Good time to die, you

Must agree.

(The young can never visualize

the size

of ever).

 

 

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

12 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II, circling round wrinkles Tags:

Eighty Is Too Young To Die

 

Eighty is too young to die.

Ninety too. There’s

No good time to die,

You must agree.

The young can never visualize

the size

of ever).

 

 

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

To Old To Be Self-Conscious 2013

25 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birthday book, circling round time II, circling round wrinkles, Uncategorized Tags:

Too Old To Be Self-Conscious

 

There is no subject that cannot

Be kicked around

Or talked about;

No theme so ‘sacred’ it must be avoided.

No age when you cannot have passion,

No age when you are not allowed

To be yourself;

The same in every

situation;

When you can’t become a newcomer

To something that you love.

No age when you may not be entertaining:

Giggly, extroverted, corny –

Plainly silly – and a fool.

No age when you must discontinue demonstrating, sharing

What you’ve learned and known;

No age too late to come into your own,

Be known for what you’ve done and do.

If it’s not your birthday,

Happy anyday to you.

 

Too Old To Be Self-Conscious 11.25.2013

Birthday Book; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

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