Poet’s Protest 2011
25 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, circling round wrinkles, our times our culture
Poet’s Protest
Are we fools?
How dare they advertise
An anti-wrinkle cream
Using a dream girl
Not a day past thirty!
‘Dirty tricks’ were not confined
To Richard Nixon.
We, the sharper generation,
Gorgeous as we are as is,
Advised by punks of twenty-six
(the guys who run the agencies)
To do away with times of life
They’ve never had, know nothing of,
With promises they can’t fulfill,
For goals illusionary and degrading,
Rejecting disappointment I,
The blunt and pungent,
Jaunty regent,
Ancient in those agent’s eyes
Confront those dolts,
Affronted by their insults.
Poet’s Protest 9.27.2011
Our Times, Our Culture; Circling Round Wrinkles;
Arlene Corwin
Changing Body 2011
07 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
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Changing Body
Oh, so sneaky, subtle;
“Wearing out”, they call it.
Yet, the ‘wear’ has causes real:
Abuse, a gene’s excuse
Unknown, unseen;
Causal, mean -
Effective.
Bio-clocked,
Upsetting balance,
Sapping strength,
Taking beauty,
(Taking vanity)
In a body
That keeps changing.
A good thing –
If you see it.
Changing Body 5.21.2011
Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities;
Arlene Corwin
Looking At My Right Arm 2011
29 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, circling round wrinkles, pure nakedness
Looking At My Right Arm
Night after night, book in hand,
I see the arm,
And I’m
Astonished and perplexed.
I cannot climb inside
The aging mind of my right arm
To find out what it’s thinking
When a wrinkling
(That did not exist the night before)
Arrests the eye.
Or am I
self-deceptive,
Non-attentive?
Muscle doesn’t waste away
Over a night.
Something’s withering,
(Lovely sound – alarming word)
Shriveling and wasting.
I remember being young,
Those crepey ladies…“how repulsive”
On my brain-tongue.
Never
in my wildest dreams… yet
Here in bed examining,
Accepting, yes, consenting!
It is me!
I like the self I am and I agree
To what I see.
Looking At My Right Arm 5.18.2011
Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Wrinkles;
Arlene Corwin
Frozen In Time 2010
12 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, circling round nature, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, pure nakedness
Frozen In Time
The tendency,
The wish to be
The shiny sun of twenty-one
That looked out from
A malleable place
Inside that face
Of innocence and gullibility;
Mute kingdom
Of the ignorant.
One sees the now-jowls,
Howls,
And asks oneself
Would I prefer to be
Time frozen, young forever?
Never!
I know all about it.
I’m re-routed;
More alive than Arlene
Twenty smooth-faced Nover ever
Was.
Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Nature; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
© Frozen In Time; 5.1.2010
Looking At Sean Connery, Eighty 2010
12 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, birthday book, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles, special people special occasions
Looking At Sean Connery, Eighty
Looking at Sean Connery
(In magazines my sister in-law gives me)
I think, “Looking good!”
Then I think, “Perhaps that’s ‘cause he
Has a beard.
How easy when you’ve got a beard -
A moustache too.”
When I reach eighty,
Can I be a Connery,
Looking good as Sean?
Moustache, beard are out
(Not that I couldn’t grow one.)
Now to find that inner clout
To keep my world a stage,
Fool age
While wrinkle weighs down
Cheek, jaw, chin.
Fall back on
Substance,
Obvious. yes?
Birthday Book; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Time; Special People, Special Occasions; Arlene Corwin
© Looking At Sean Connery Eighty 9.20.2010
Just Looking 2010
12 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles
Just Looking
Those breasts were high,
Oh my. So high.
Obsessed?
Not really.
Just looking.
© Just Looking 10.2.2010 Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Wrinkles; Arlene Corwin
Cactus Flower 2010
09 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, birth death & in between, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles
Cactus Flower
A cactus in the living room;
Four flowers bloom that stupefy.
Within the week they’ll shrink and die.
When I wake, go down, check
(which I will do) two
May be gone,
Shrunk into crepey crimson.
Since I’m silly and I’m vain,
I see new wrinkles and complain.
Aging’s hour power; stomach churned,
While downstairs beauty
Goes through phases unconcerned;
Impossibly exquisite beauty-to-compost
Indifferent. There, fair, undeterred
While I moan. Such a moron,
Truly!
© Cactus Flower 7.24.2010 Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Wrinkles; Arlene Corwin
My Middle Name Is Faith 2001 2004
10 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2001, 2004, birth death & in between, circling round time, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles
My Middle Name Is Faith
It’s not that I don’t like it,
It’s that I’ve not yet embraced it,
Happening as it does, or seems
To do, so quickly overnight.
A process that I still don’t understand – not quite.
An age, the wrong side of the wrong side;
Stronger, weaker, ripened, mellow;
Still a seeker; seasoned fellow
Still preparing.
There are signs of maturation,
Both the rotting and the sprouting,
Yet the outer still concerns me:
Hanging, wrinkling, liver spots,
Graying hair and graying grin,
Growths like grain,
Red blotches, blots
Of pigment loss on what was porcelain;
Dropping off, a muted snore,
Dryness in the privates sore;
Swellings, shrinkings, pills galore -
Costing more
Than they are worth.
It comes so quickly, or it seems to –
Deficits and extra needs
In karmic keeping with the deeds.
Still, it fosters going inwards,
Digging deeper, hunting it;
Hunting something fall- and spring-less,
Everything-ness
In its self.
My middle name is faith.
©My Middle Name Is Faith 4.19.2001 2.5.2004
Circling Round Woman; Time; Circling Round Nature;
Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Wrinkles; Arlene Corwin
Aging By The Minute 2010
07 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles
Aging By The Minute
They used to think I was his daughter.
Age caught up with vanity.
Now I’m thinking surgery –
A little from the neck perhaps,
Or cheek drawn back a bit, perhaps.
And then I think,
If I’m to be a paradigm
For future ages,
Age has got to hum for me.
But damn, it’s still hard come
To see the muscle disappear
Like snow caps melting more each year;
Bewildering and scary when
The knees and thighs were high and here
Just yesterday.
I’ve got to shift that mirror.
© Aging By The Minute 6.24.2010 Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Wrinkles; Arlene Corwin
Frozen In Time 2010
01 May 2010 Leave a Comment
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Frozen In Time
The tendency,
The wish to be
The shiny sun of twenty-one
That looked out from
A malleable place
Inside that face
Of innocence and gullibility;
Mute kingdom
Of the ignorant.
One sees the now-jowls.
Howls,
And asks oneself
Would I prefer to be
Time frozen, young forever?
Never!
I know all about it.
I’m re-routed;
More alive than Arlene
Twenty smooth-faced Nover ever
Was.
© Frozen In Time; 5.1.2010 Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Nature; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
