How Quick It Goes

How Quick It Goes
How quick it goes to eighty-six!
(Excuse the grammar – deviation its deluxe)
When rhymes delight
Their author in a wakeful night.
How quick it went, how quickly gone;
The present sent, each second on.
Went, sent, lent from heaven
Both to time and human.
Quick is this phenomenon!
How Quick It Goes 1.6.2021 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Memories Out Of The Blue

Memories Out Of The Blue

Ageing is a funny thing:
You don’t remember what you ate
For breakfast; day or date;
A dozen little things of late…
But classmates from when you were eight,
The teacher’s name and where you sat
As fresh I-don’t-know.
Time used to go so slowly
In the summer holidays.
You, left to roam the streets alone;
The ice cream man, his ice cream van
Jingling melodiously;
Playing ‘potsy’ on the sidewalk,
Marking out the form with chalk;
Trolley cars still rumbling by
Soon to flee, be
Changed for buses, electricity.
There still was coal, an icebox.
I was six.
Wagons rolled, pulled by a horse.
Who would think the time could blink
And nineteen forty-one would sink
Into oblivion: friends gone,
The matinee on Saturday,
Chinese three course lunch a dollar,
Mommy hollering to come inside;
Brooklyn memories that hide till now,
When from the blue, unasked,
Incongruous, an echo and a powder
Banks of memory pour out unmasked.

Memories Out Of The Blue 1.17.2021 Circling Round Experience; Circling Round Ageing; Arlene Nover Corwin

It’s Hard To Carry Gratitude With You All The Time

It’s Hard To Carry Gratitude With You All The Time.

A trait that must be trained;
Reminded in the very bottom of the self
To come alive,
We thrive on gratitude,
Its recognition and dynamic,
For it stimulates adaptability
And kindles reciprocity.

Trained to remain, admittedly,
One I’ve ignored: shamefacedly
Indifferent to the kindnesses
Fate’s brought my way:
The very definition of chagrin.
My plan is to begin…today.

It’s Hard To Carry Gratitude With You All The Time 11.16.2021 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Best Thing I Know

The Best Thing I Know

The best thing I know
Is to scribble down longings, life’s wrongings,
Love’s singing, its stinging…
By letting the mind re-examine itself;
Watching world going by while in bed,
At its head, sitting silently gathering info
On news fact and mail,
Nailing knowledge on some tricky wiki- or so.

Christmas will be here in only some days,
A new year announcing a new phase
Of conflicts world-wide and world round;
Science will stumble upon some new ground
It has searched for for years,
Praised and surprised, encircled by cheers.
Fashions and trends, starts and ends will go on.
I will write into night seeking thoughts to dig into;
Unknown and new, cued by visualisation:
Thoughts to set words (not set worlds) afire,
Freed from the mire
of frazzled cliche.

The best thing I know
Is to grow through an intellect
Coupled
With Mac so fair,
Happy it’s there.
We’re a pair.
The Best Thing I Know 12.19.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Metaphor Of A Prune

A little abstruse, maybe, but an image worth a read or two thinks Ms Corwin.

Metaphor Of A Prune

Think plum become a prune:
Wrinkled, shrivelled, dried, and yet,
Sweeter than its ever been.
No diluting H2O
To water down this sugar cane.

Think of what’s to come
Or here already; steady now, unsteady then;
Dry and wrinkly out and in,
But wiser, sweeter in the texture;
Worthier the mixture
Than was satin, youthful skin.

Summing up,
It may be cute to be a pup,
But mind and brain more trained when older,
More compliant, more controlled.
Are more concerted than the plum
When late or soon
Become a prune.

Metaphor Of A Prune 1.16.2021 Circling Round Experience; Ageing, Wrinkles;,Time; Arlene Nover Corwin

Planet Tellus #2

      Planet Tellus #2
(to be continued - always)

With principles and measurements,
Apportioned out by nature’s senses,
Balanced and divided, its intent
To boost and serve,
Its animating force give verve
To planet X we know as Earth
Its birth, its ageing, death and worth.

Planet Tellus, Tellus Mater:*
Molten iron at its core;
Years in zillions boring
Toward a multi-verse of multi-stars
Solar systems, massive quasars.
All around, exo-planets not yet found,
Members of their own sun’s orbit,
Grasp of numbers too profound
(Which we speculate’s four thousand.
Doubtless, forty-thousand more).

Super telescopes that probe with hope,
Peering, piercing the sky-stuff:
Gaseous dusts that fluff the ‘skies’ –
(‘sky’ a word to pluralise)
Celestial bodies shoot, reboot
With loyalty to nature’s rules,
Its seen effects, its unseen cause.
Mysterious black, floor-less holes
Imploding and devouring…
Scouring failing stars for flaws.
Gallant planets Them and Us:
Existence by persistence!
Persistence for existence!
PS:
I’ve a theory:
Black holes open endlessly
To start a new infinity –
(Oxymoron- ic-ally).
Planet Us 1.6.2021 Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature II;
*Mother Earth .

Thing To Tend To

  Things To Tend To Everyday

The mind, the things you’re blind to.
Moods, the things you’re good at.
Woods: ways out and how to find them.
Just three clues of things to do.

Other details:
Washing, cleansing hands, nails, face,
Private places and their spaces;
Mundane chores: the dishes, plates…
Eating right,
Good sleep at night,
Unless you’re one who needs a nap.
Finding out your idiom:
Music: jazz, hip-hop or rap…
Which maybe just be hum-dee-hum;
Any form that suits the senses –
One which cleanses brain and spirit.
Often things and themes ignored
One really need keep score of
For the benefit of mind and wit.

Things you tend to
Probably extend your days
With all their rhythmic phases melding
Just a bit more mellow and melodious.
Things To Tend To Everyday 1.3.2021 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Planet TellUs

       Planet Tellus

(to be continued – always)

With principles and measurements,
Apportioned out by nature’s senses,
Balanced and divided, its intent
To boost and serve,
Its animating force give verve
To planet X we know as Earth
Its birth, its ageing, death and worth.

Planet Tellus, Tellus Mater:*
Molten iron at its core;
Years in zillions boring
Toward a multi-verse of multi-stars
Solar systems, massive quasars.
All around, exo-planets not yet found,
Members of their own sun’s orbit,
Grasp of numbers too profound
(Which we speculate’s four thousand.
Doubtless, forty-thousand more).
Super telescopes
That probe with mirrored hope,
Piercing the sky-filled stuff:
The gaseous dusts that fluff the ‘skies’ –
(‘sky’ a word to pluralise)

Celestial bodies shoot, reboot
With loyalty to nature’s rules,
Its seen effects, its unseen cause.
Mysterious black & floor-less holes
Imploding and devouring…
Scouring ageing, failing stars for flaws.
Gallant planets Them and Us:
Existence by persistence!
Persistence for existence!
PS:
I’ve a theory:
Black holes open endlessly
To start a new infinity –
(Oxymoron- ic-ally).

Planet TellUs 1.6.2021 Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature II;
*Mother Earth

Our Sex Life Is Changing

Crowding my Mac desktop along with more than a hundred others, I’m trying to clean house. In the process of removing these ‘more than a hundred’ I find that some need and will need revamping. This is revamped number two.

The first, by the way is in my book Circling Round Eros published by Xlibris, 2012.

   Our Sex Life Is Changing (re-composed - the original 2005)

Our sex life is changing –
But not for the worse.
Seventy. Ageing.
There was a first:
Not coming but comfortable;
Chatting, conveying; perfection this staying…
Knowing the sense not to knock oneself out.
Not interfering, just noticing, touching,
Declaring and whispering;
Passionate, intimate, eros approved.
Our sex life is changing
In tune with the ripening
Gradual move towards the groove
Of senescence.

Our Sex Life Is Changing 11.3.2005/re-composed 1.9.2021
Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Ageing; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Art Of Not Having To Go Anywhere (and stay in shape)

A self-evident pondering! And good poetry, I hope.

The Art Of Not Having To Go Anywhere
(and still stay in shape)

They tell you “Walk!”
Not only ‘walk’ but do it quickly.
What if – just what if you don’t like weather?
Don’t like heat, the snow, the rain,
The ups and downs of the terrain,
The heat, the cold, your getting old?
Do you just fold?
Of course you don’t!
Like all descendants of the ape,
Your nature likes to stay in shape:
Cuddling, huddling, on the phone
Or entirely on your own, all alone.

Well,
Just how to tell this, sell this?
There are verbs that say, it all:
Press, squeeze, push, pull,
Bending backwards,
Spine supine or vertical;
Or forwards towards the knees,
On floor or stretching tall – all at ease;
‘Feeling’ with your inmost self,
Upwards to the highest shelf.

Then, of course if your the type
Who likes to spin, once having spun
You find a spot on which to run
In place, blood rushing to your face,
Not feeling forced to race,
Feeling in any case, a slice of peace.

A zillion things to do at home
Or just outside the house
To beat the virus, stay robust,
Which take in staying trim
By looking up, down, all around,
Your vacation not in. town,
But exercising neck and eyes.
An art to truly learn to prize:
The art of not having to go some-anywhere
In particular.
The Art Of Not Having To Go Anywhere 1.5.2021 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

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