17 Feb 2009 Leave a comment
in 2009, circling round nature, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles Tags: 2009, aging, circling round nature, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles
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
30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2001, 2002, 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round computers, circling round woman Tags: 2001, 2002, 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round computers, circling round woman
Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady
I do the simplest things.
I ‘m stuck.
I seem to have lost intellect.
My grandchild [not the least moonstruck]
Sails in and out of little icons she calls forth
With whispered touch.
I’ve not one crutch,
Dare not expect much.
Bared and crouched for semaphores
That only come from self. Ouch,
I should branch out,
Taking risks; latch on to newer things.
It is a kind of secret sloth,
Concealed from all who look
And see a working being.
Only I know what they are not seeing:
Pulls that lie behind this eight ball.
Ought not rail, my head not throb at failure,
But take on my newest tutor.
I must turn on my computer:
Enter,
Save.
©Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 02.1.18/01.12.6./rev7.12.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, circling round vanities, circling round woman Tags: 2008, circling round vanities, circling round woman
Coming To Terms
I can’t keep thinking about
Drooping, mushy tushy’s* programmed gravity’s
Hormonal mystery defeating one and winning.
Neither looking at my bod’ nor sulking;
Tired of made-up mirror terrors while
My profile carries on its travels.
Reveling in my knee-length end,
Friends will understand,
And strangers don’t concern me.
*tushy; Yiddish for rear end, bottom, rump
© Coming To Terms 10.23.2008Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Woman;
Arlene Corwin
29 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, I Is Always You is We Tags: 2008, circling round nature, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, I Is Always You is We
Beauty Gone
It isn’t that I was a beauty,
But the mirrors and the date remind me:
Youth has beauty.
Grounded in the supple,
“You’re the apple of my eye”, says Nature.
Ageing’s mystery,
The muscle mass,
Proportions nose to lips,
Waist/hips
The elasticity replaced…
Cheekbone, with its hostile lines
That droops a jaw, chin through to neck.
Oh, heck, maybe the wick
Of beauty really comes
When youthful beauty goes.
© Beauty Gone 10.29.2008
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Arlene Corwin
14 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round vanities, circling round woman, lessons to be learned, life, our times our culture, special people special occasions Tags: 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round vanities, circling round woman, lessons to be learned, life, our times our culture, special people special occasions
How Not To Save Money
A good job:
You’ve got it!
No snob,
And yet you eat out
Quite a lot;
All over town,
This restaurant, that café,
This talked about museum, that play,
This club,
This pub –
Why not?
You’re earning pounds, so use them.
A good flat, clothes,
Of course!
No clothes horse,
But what’s ‘in’ is key –
Not consciously,
But in the stream.
Friends, trips –
One needs the new,
To come to grips
With life. One’s young,
Headstrong;
One doesn’t smoke,
And one or two good trips a year
Do well to stoke
The fires.
Still no risk of getting old,
Growing bald,
Losing out to someone younger
On the job or in the home.
The time’s to find out
Who you are, and what to do
About the days and nights you roam
The streets with gobs
Of energy, a heart that throbs.
Philately, a cup of tea,
Reflecting on the death of days,
The endless, certain, fickle ways
Of change –
Now’s not the time to pan the range,
Examine change.
It’s all so strange,
It’s all so new:
Now is the time to do.©
How Not To Save Money 98.7.2
14 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, birth death & in between, circling round nature, circling round reality, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: 1998, birth death & in between, circling round nature, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, the processes creative thinking meditative
Going, Going, Gone
You’ll think that I’m a wimp,
This, lamentation.
This is not a whine or ‘wingeing’ –
This is for the women
Just to show we are one breed.
Besides which, I am scientific:
Deep inside I need to measure.
I succeed in looking good with color from the pot,
The dew is definitely gone.
Pose, clothes achieve a lot,
But lines above the lip define
What hairs betray with deadly aim –
That estrogen has passed away:
Estrogen has stayed its time.
Cropping up and popping out on eyebrow, chin
Where corners of the mouth cave in,
Unpredictable as blight.
Fifty-six was nifty-six.
Flaws would go back overnight.
Now muscle, ligaments within
Need more protein:
Wrinkly, crinkly
Thigh king-post twinkly.
Sanity or vanity –one’s more and one’s reduced,
This warp insidious
Yet nothing-ness.
Perhaps we’re really walking minds;
Organisms old as now,
Young as a nineteen thirty-four,
Youth-eating time, the omnivore
Where body’s going, going, gone.
If one is not to give a fig,
But keep on digging
Out of scientific interest,
Dressing up until the interest dies away,
That’s quite okay.
It’s just a game. I’ll play.
©
Going, Going, Gone 98.10.26Circling Round Woman; Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Wrinkles;
Circling Round Vanities; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Circling Round Nature;
Arlene Corwin
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness
Daughters & Sons
I’m so sad for the mother
That never became what she ought as a woman:
A person to gladden.
Never became what you faintly could call
Happy creature, the features
Of happiness missing in full.
So sad,
And I don’t fully tumble to layered grief why.
Is it that she will die,
Her future a flyby
Without any chance on this planet for joy?
That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,
And gene-derived thoughts in my brain
Are connected to some of her pains?
Of all the denatured, the tortured
I feel a sadness directed at one.
Is it guilt?
Is there something I just haven’t done?
How much mother’s keeper
Are daughters and sons?
I’m so sad.
©Daughters & Sons 98.1.1
Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;
Arlene Corwin
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness
Daughters & Sons
I’m so sad for the mother
T hat never became what she ought
As a woman:
A person
To gladden her realm;
Never became what you faintly could call
Happy creature,
The features of happiness missing in full.
I’m so sad,
And I don’t fully tumble to layered grief why.
Is it that she will die,
Her future become a flyby
Without any chance on this planet for joy?
That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,
And some gene-derived thought in my brain
Is connected to some of her pains?
Of all the denatured, the tortured
I feel my sadness directed at one.
Is it guilt?
Is there something I just haven’t done?
How much mother’s keeper
Should daughters and sons…?
I’m so sad.
©Daughters & Sons 98.1.1 version2
Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;
Arlene Corwin
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness
Daughter (And Son)
I’m so sad for the mother
That never became what she ought as a woman:
A person to gladden,
Never become happy creature,
All features of zest an alloy.
So sad. I don’t fully tumble to why:
Is it that she will die, the future a fly by?
A missed-out-on chance-on-this-planet for joy?
That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,
And gene-derived thoughts in my brain
Are connected to some of her pains?
Of unfulfilled lovelies and lonelies, there’s one
Who collects darkest thought.
Is there something that I haven’t done
That I ought?
Am I doing the least: daughter/beast?
How much mother’s keeper is daughter (and son)?
©Daughter (And Son) 98.1.1
Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;
Arlene Corwin
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, I Is Always You is We Tags: 1998, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, I Is Always You is We
Changing Forms
Over lip hair,
There unwanted creases;
Helpless watcher’s silent whine.
Every noticed day’s new shock
Which doesn’t block the clock
But forces one to love what’s mineThrough love of self.
Changing Forms 98.1.27
I Is Always You Is We; Circling Round Woman;
Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities;
Arlene Corwin
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