Changing Hairs 2008

Changing Hairs

The hairs are changing.

Something that you notice

When you’re aging.

Gauge that keeps us posted;

Barometric dynamo: hair all over

Disappearing, changing color,

Showing up and changing texture,

Thinning out or exiting entire.

Brows from east to west now growing, going

North or deeply south.

My husband’s arm hairs

Blonde, sparse, silky –

Have by inches, reached the armchairs

In a logic all their own.

As for my hairs – chin, lip, pubic,

While conforming to some mad directive

Have re-formed, deformed

Without informing me –

Hairs where they should not be.

And not, of course, where they should…

How unfair that there exists

Such devious diversity.

Distorted in their programmed lives,

The crazy long-lived hair that thrives

On being tweezed and waxed and shaven.

There’s a mystery in there – in hair.

The answer lies in heaven.

© Changing Hairs 7.8.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

 

Catching 2008

       Catching

Contagious –

It’s all catching;

Everything to everything.

Monkeys, we

Create and re-create

In endless chains

Conforming

In the smallest cell;

Imitating.

Catching.

Be

Happy.

© Catching 4.8.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; I is Always You Is We;

The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Broken Sleep 2008

       Broken Sleep

Insomnia.

It’s noon.

Lying in bed,

A gossip mag

My sister in-law buys.

Here, because

At seventy-

(poetic license)

Sleep

Is dear

Wakefulness cheap.

So here I sit,

MacDonald’s tray of red,

Milk, honey, bread

Balanced precariously

‘Tween multi-pillowed head

And glossy magazinéd

Thigh,

The daily start retarded.

Fallen angels fall, most likely,

From a lack of discipline.

© Broken Sleep 12.5.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Energy; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Breaking In New Shoes 2008

      Breaking In New Shoes
He wanted to break in new shoes.

A little tight, they broke him in.

A bump on arch’s cartilage,

A change in bone.

The underlying principle

Whose undertone is:

If the shoe

Is new

And tight,

Don’t fight

Your foot.

The vanity that buys the shoe,

That underlies

The thing,

Will bring you to the Buddhist view

That life is suffering

Take the loss and skip the talk.

Save your walk

And take it back.

© Breaking In New Shoes 8.18.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Birthday Resolution 2008

       Birthday Resolution

It’s time:

To take to,

Waken to

The Serious –

To put a stop

To vanity,

The unacceptability

Of superficiality

And bye-bye

Permanently

To vanity

(with big, Big V)

Taking myself

Seriously

(big S big LY).

© Birthday Resolution 10.29.2008

Birthday Book; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

After The Bunion 2008

     After The Bunion
I’m tired of this body.
Pamper,  feed and vitamin it,

Beauty top priority.

But when chips are down,

Three days a-bed,

Papers read, 

Radio a-listenéd,

Computer sites computeréd,

Still sick and sickened,

I can sympathize with those who let it pass away

Voluntarily.  Yet,

Every glass is half-full,

Backs have  fronts,

Effects make causes new,

And you –

You’re not a body with a soul,

But soul with body.

Since you never know what waits,

The sick and tired body

Has a vanity-less duty

To hold out, push on the fates

And live.

© After The Bunion 11.16.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Vanities; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 
 
 

 

A Spate of Writing 2008

     A Spate of Writing

On Monday saved a frog.

On Tuesday saved a moth.

Today a frog, tomorrow Earth.

And in between, a spate of writing.

This and that, observing

Or lamenting –

Or encouraging.

I must look back to see.

 

For example,  just today

I lost my beauty.

Yesterday, last year, the year before

The lost was only losing.

But today I saw my mirror!

 

Wise and optimistic.

I know beauty is interpreted –

That those who see

A cheerfulness un-tired are inspired,

I suppose that that’s enough .

Back to writing –

Taking notes on that and this

And everything

Intriguing,

Giving up

On forms, ideas and stuff that does not work,

Or saving (for a later date)

When spate of writing jerks me from

A Zen-ish rambling,

Ambulating sitcom.

© A Spate of Writing 9.14.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Lazy Man’s Confession 1998

                  Lazy Man’s Confession  (When The Dictionary’s In The Other Room)

When the word will not come to mind,

I simply form a concept-word that’s easier to find.

A compound of two words will do –

It gets the notion ‘cross to you,

Which is all that one wants

If what one wants to say is true.

(Notice I don’t say “is new”;

There’s nothing ‘new’); the mystic sleuth

Concerns itself with finding truth

To pass from self to all-the-yous

On the most golden plate at hand.

©Lazy Man’s Confession 1998

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Idiosyncratic, Or Just Plain Inept? #2 1998

 

      Idiosyncratic, Or Just Plain Inept?#2

 

It’s either idiosyncratic

Or just plain inept,

And verse

That’s personal

May make it worse.

 

Though terse,

It may be odd and bad.

The message may

Be tedious:

A sausage

Stuffed with corn and grease –

A piece

Of well-intentioned pap:

Crap.

 

Who can know?

Not I,

Nor you –

Oh, pooh!

Cry, lie or die;

Dream, scream or squirm

To touch the skies –

There is no choice.

The idiosyncratic voice

That can’t keep still

Has no free will

And no one can say otherwise.

©

 

Idiosyncratic Or Just Plain Inept? 98.12.3The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

Idiosyncratic, Or Just Plain Inept? #1 1998

 

      Idiosyncratic, Or Just Plain Inept? #1

 

It’s either idio-

syncratic

Or just plain inept,

And verse

That’s pers-

onal

May make it worse.

Though terse,

It may be odd

And bad,

Or message may

Be tedious:

A sausage stuffed with corn and grease –

A piece

Of well-intentioned pap:

Crap.

Who can know?

Not I,

Nor you –

Oh, pooh!

Cry

Or die;

Dream,

Scream

Or squirm to touch

The skies –

There is no choice.

The idiosyncratic voice

That can’t keep still

Has no free will

And no one can say otherwise.

©

 

Idiosyncratic Or Just Plain Inept? 98.12.3A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative

Arlene Corwin

 

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