Perfect Portrait 2008

      Perfect Portrait

Much to give;

Busy clearing channels

To flow out through shyness.

It is nature – hers –

To learn

That what flows out as life force

Has its source

Outside herself.

She needs assistance,

Yet she carries on,

Her nature making efforts,

Honing skills,

Collecting tools

To nourish self and them.

How accurate the portrait

At

This perfectly judged junction,

This convergence of events

In time.

© Perfect Portrait 5.13.2008

Circling Round Woman; I is Always You Is We;

Pure Nakedness;

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;

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Can’t Keep Thinking About 2008

            I Can’t Keep thinking About

I can’t keep thinking about

Dropping mushy, aging tushy*

Programmed gravity,

The mystery of hormone

Which has conquered me and won

And, tired of mirrors

Made up terrors,

I’m not looking

At my sulking profile

Ever more.

My score of

Friends will understand

And

Strangers don’t concern me.

Who has time to burn for

Vanities

Like that?

*tushy is the warmly affectionate Yiddish word for ‘bum’’ or ‘bottom’

or ‘rear end\’, none which has the tender expressiveness of ‘tushy’.

©I Can’t Keep Thinking About 5.8.2008

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

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

 

 

 

 

Putting On Makeup 2009

           Putting On Makeup

Putting on makeup,

I keep

Trying to

Repro-

duce

A face

I knew.

I do

Not (well, it’s hard to)

Recognize

The one that sees

Me

Creasing-

Feeling crisis

Days.

 

© Putting On Makeup 2.3.2009

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Vanities;

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

 

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