Approaching Eighty-Four

Approaching Eighty-Four🌈🧘‍♀️🎹🎙

I’ve done this before:
Approached an age ending in -four,
Each ode not odious, just curious.
We try again, thinking a-fresh,
Looking back perhaps, or not at all,
Each day too precious to make small
By wasting time
Or spending energy so prime
One can’t afford to lose a moment.

So, the four shall represent a forward;
Optimistic, filled with power
For and in the precious hour;
Looking pretty
For each meeting –
Why the devil not? One’s got
A draw full of cosmetics –
Why not use them up,
Take priorities inborn,
Sworn in by gene-filled gifts and such,
And stay in touch.
“Know yourself” says Socrates.
“Please yourself”, says Corwin.
Integrating both, the tightest squeeze
Can be a breeze, can save your skin,
Transform a sin to virtue.

So, this eighty-four
Will use the talents and affections,
Making use of recollections and reflections
For a future
Filled with skilled and skilful, single-minded concentrations.

Approaching Eighty-Four 8.28.2018 Birthday Book; Birth, Death & In Between III; Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Energy; Circling Round Time II; I Is Always You Is We; Lessons To Be Learned; Nature Of & In Reality, Arlene Nover Corwin

Night Thought 2013

Night Thought

Your friends will watch you growing old

And love you [anyway, in spite of, for…]

(Darkening over-lip, hairs on chin

Unseen by changing lenséd eyes)

Love you between thick and thin,

Fat and sick, not picky about outer things.

Strangers will not know the difference

Between what you were and are,

Not caring and why should they?

Aging, growing old, maturing –

(Verbs you use, show mind that’s yours,

For verbs you choose are mind that’s yours.)

In any case, grow old and let it!

House no attitude about it –

None at all,

at all,

at all.

(that’s supposed to be an echo

bouncing back on walls of time)

Attend to something else and grow.

Night Thought 6.10.2013

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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Private Stuff 2013

       Private Stuff

 

I cut my hair

In training for

A cancer

I may never

Have.

Shorter, shorter, shorter…

A defense

Against

            the vanity

That rules decision.

(I’ll find other roads to beauty).

 

Private Stuff 3.26.2013

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

Arlene Corwin

A Biological Consideration 2012

         A Biological Consideration

 

I fooled age (well, thought I did)

And thought I could,

But age caught up.

Joint yelled; one swelled;

Odd ache;

Asleep, one woke – awake

Sometimes one hour in the night,

Sometimes each second, third…

The point is, nature took a bite

Out of what used to be sleep’s time right.

Talk of ‘bite’, the gums fell sick,

As if a clock that sat unwound

Had suddenly begun to tick,

And teeth so white, and tooth so sound

Began to loosen, wear away and quite

Alarmingly to beige,

The coffee too, revealing age.

Each year a badge,

A token sign that shocks

From witlessness and past abuse;

Naiveté, where unseen clocks

Expose a you, you thought was them.

Fascinated by these signs,

Symptoms that I feel and see;

Mirrors that show lines

I must repeatedly accept as me;

Coup d’états, shifting sands:

Pre-determined sleights of hand –

They haven’t stopped.

Steeped in aging’s out-of-step,

Expecting to accept more yet;

Giving up the role of Thor,

Accepting to expect yet more.

One just surrenders for,

One must.

 

 

A Biological Consideration 2.2.1999/re-worked 5.22.2011/reworked for Birth, Death & InBetween 8.27.2012

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Time II; Birth, Death & InBetween;

Arlene Corwin

 

I’m Such A Fool 2008

          I’m Such A Fool

Foiled by aging, changing:

Wrinkling arm or cheek or thigh,

Cholesterol, a kidney stone:

Visible, measurable.

The product of my womb, her own

Pre-diabetic high cholesterol,

And also floored.

With that, I am no longer shocked,

No longer feel mocked by law.

I understand more.

© I’m Such A Fool 12.15.2008

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Nature;

Mother Book; Circling Round Woman; Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

I’m Such A Fool 2008

           I’m Such A Fool

Foiled by aging, changing:

Wrinkling arm or cheek or thigh,

Cholesterol, a kidney stone:

Visible, measurable.

The product of my womb is now

Pre-diabetic, high cholesterol

And also floored.

With that, I am no longer shocked,

No longer feel mocked by law.

I understand more.

© I’m Such A Fool 12.15.2008

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Nature;

Mother Book; Circling Round Woman; Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

I Don’t Recognize The Face Anyway #2 version 2008

               I Don’t Recognize The Face Anyway

I can’t keep thinking about

Mushy, aging tushies.

Hormones’ mysteries

Have conquered these ideas,

And tired of mirrors,

Make-up terrorists,

The muscles in the neck

That sink,

And hair fine lines (as well as hair)

Beneath the nose and in the cheek,

I think:

My less than score of friends

Are passive, loving and accept –

And strangers don’t concern me.

Who has time to burn

For vanity, for anyway,

I do not recognize the face

That’s me.

© I Don’t Recognize The Face Anyway 6.18.2008

Arlene Corwin

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Nature, Circling Round Woman;

 

 

 

I Do Not Recognize 2008

         I Do Not Recognize

I do not recognize

The face that passes by

The me-rror.

Find it hard to give it credence,

Credibility.

Incredible!

That me-rror shows

An ever-changing wrinkling skin

Reflecting someone

Else within.

The yogic,

Mystic

Fathers

Must be/are correct,

And I suspect

That I

Am not my body,

And my body

Is not where I’m found – my ground.

I’ll have to grind the mirror’s glass

To powder

So I need no longer pass it ever

And complain.

Arlene Corwin

© I Do Not Recognize 1.30.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Nature;

Circling Round Woman; I is Always You Is We;Circling Round Vanities;

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gone 2008

                 Gone

It isn’t that I was beautiful,

But youth has beauty

Grounded in the supple;

Muscle tone, proportions

Lip to nose,

Waist/hips,

Shortened, lengthened, thickened –

Gone.

The elasticity, the cheekbone

With its hostile lines

That droop the jaw down

Through the neck.

Not the loss

But changes [to the]

Peers, me, us –

My generation aging,

Dying, disappearing.

Knowledge which, though solace

Craves an answer ring

That hasn’t come.

© Gone 10.23.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Vanities;

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Wrinkles; I Is Always You Is We; Time;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Interpreting Signs 2009

               Interpreting Signs

The pluckéd eyebrows still grow back;

A secret symptom only we,

The caged in age, perceive.

We watch and sometimes grieve.

We know our bodies

Singular- collectively;

We see what’s stopped,

What’s slowed, what’s new;

We know what we inhabit but,

We feel what we have always been.

We know how to interpret.

© Interpreting Signs 1.15.2009

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Nature;Circling Round Woman;

Arlene Corwin

 

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