A Nose In My Ear

A Nose In My Ear, Or Ageing Love Song

Watching morning TV,
Eating late – toast, egg and coffee,
He leans in and nuzzles me.
(A funny word: to nose-el,
And a funny feel.)
Have you ever had a nose in ear?
You can no longer hear –
Not for that second, it somewhat vexatious,
Nonetheless, a candy and ridiculous,
And yes, oh, yes, a sugared kiss.
It was and is.
A Nose In My Ear 1.13.2013/revamped 6.3.2020
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Thinking Clearly

Thinking Clearly

Simply trying to think clearly –
Times and destiny against me;
Not alone, it is we all.
A world of digits and addiction,
New temptations,
It admittedly an effort,
Tiny hippocampus shrinking ever.

Worlds and words that curl around reality
Like smoke from chimney.
Chronicles of global sadness,
Headlined news chronically bad.
A world of digits and statistics of a world on fire,
World that cultivates desire.
Ego mine is trying, as a consequence,
To change the sequence.
No veneer or scornful sneer.
Pensive, clear, fully sincere –
Harder probably, than ever.

Thinking Clearly 6.18.2017/revised 2.25.2020; again 6.2.2020
Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Letting Go

Letting Go

First of June,
Which he’ll recall many a moon.
He, jazz pianist, pensive, listener,
Chanced to hear a fellow player.
As can happen
A conveyer, lightening-like
Strikes home and he’s a freer man!
The improvisor
Comes out wiser.
Something in the sound’s approach,
It simplified but still cohesive,
Has adhered, become adhesive
And a coach.

“Listen here!”, and sitting down,
The chord an old but fresher sound;
Change but subtle
There is no need for a rebuttal.
He’s been transformed. It, simply so,
By listening to the radio!.

Was it the tune or was it he
On the brink of some new potency?
Gift from heaven, as they say?
Anyway, he’s found the sound by letting go.
With years ahead to work through to…we never know.

Yes, never know exactly how
The whole will play out.

Letting Go 6.1.2020 Vaguely About Music; Arlene Nover Corwin

Mother’s Day In Sweden

Mother’s Day In Sweden

Just a note and written on the spot:
Today is Mother’s Day in Sweden.
Therefore, consequently, thus and so,
On this occasion, for that reason
May I dedicate this day
To mothers near and faraway,
Young and old, unmarried, widowed,
Sick and healthy, poor and wealthy.

Filling Mother Earth through labor,
They, the grower and the arbour
Of the whole of humankind.

How to honour mothers
Through the warring failures of successors!

She who is the single vessel,
Seeds of blessing deep inside.
She, the bride of the Creator
Wheresoever That may be.

May the ones who’ve all had mothers;
Sons and daughters, sisters, brothers,
Honor mothers universal;
Nature’s highest principle
And bearers of us all.

Mother’s Day In Sweden 5.31.2020 Mother Book; Love Relationships II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

How The Brain Works

How The Brain Works

It loves detail, first of all.
Generalities do not excite it.
Non-specifics, loose and vague
Give no delight,
Carry no weight,
It wants the truth.

If body’s trained, or has within it energy,
The tendency to move with speed,
The lovely brain transforms each need,
Breaks down each fact as act
To fit into its aim,
Which movement may or may not have a name;
Duty, task, procedure, chore
Undertaking taken for no more than fun.

Endearing brain loves to explore,
Take on itself the new untried.
It has a visionary side inside
That keeps it fresh and beautiful:
A purposeful conception, not by half,
A dutiful creation in itself.

Talents, gifts, its origin
Non-convention its beginnings.
Gem potential when you get it,
Plastic and experimental if you let it.
It holds to the good lifelong,
Yet treated wrongly values wrong.
Born to serve each one on earth
It is the gain of endless worth.

Amused, confused oh, reader dear?
Come near to this cerebral matter,
Leave the life of nattering,
Live to see what really matters.
It’s all there in the brain.

There are things I did not cover,
Could not cover: will; willpower;
Brain likes detail,
Is not concerned with big and small.
What is and is not trivial,
Import all the same.
Detached neutrality its other name.

How The Brain Works 5.30.2020 Definitely Didactic II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Words To Loathe: -Isam, Dogma

Words To Loathe: -Ism, Dogma

Time and again I wrote of -ism.
(Criticism, witticism doesn’t count)
Coming at the ends of words
-Ism turns to hardened turds,
To be followed by the herds
Who seldom understand a thing
In its entirety.

-Ism makes a word into its specialty.
Takes a system or philosophy
And breaks it down to dogma’s ideology.
There’s always something wrong with dogma.

Dogma says “i’m right, you’re wrong.”
A hackneyed song.
Dogma takes opinion,
Makes it fact, actively
Turning people into minions,
Underlings and servile
To the prominent, the dominant and vile,
Screaming all the while,
Each gosh darned night
“You’re wrong, we’re right!”

Guidance to the prudent:
Don’t become a rodent.
You are you with views original,
Authentic, actual, primordial.
Conventional or not, they are,
And you, an individual –
Undivided and your own.
There is no need to ban or loan,
Prohibit others or exclude.
It’s downright rude, crude,
Not to say, misleading and deluding.

Words to shy away from, fly from:
Words omitting possibility,
Emitting sheer hostility, dishonour and discredit…
Words that say,”We’ve got the secret.”
All those words that separate
The small from great.
Who is to say what’s small, what’s great?
That’s it, the last and little bit!🙋‍♀️

Words To Loathe: -Ism, Dogma 5.21.2020 Words To Love; Arlene Nover Corwi:

Underlying Worry

Underlying Worry
(Words To Examine)

Underlie along with worry:
What can they be?
Let us see.

Fundamental, principal and elemental
Latent, unexpressed,
Shrouded and repressed:
Underlying’s yin and yang.

Worry has unease innate.
Something fears a something at a future date.
Worry has anxiety and fret;
Sorrow, sighing, tears or crying.
Is the underlying worry dying?
Possibly, but certainly not always.

Do we worry out of habit?
Paralysed like rabbits before lights?
Do we run like mindless lunatics,
Doing, seeking, switching from pursuit
To task, to hobbies and diversion:
All to dodge the question:
If and what!
One giant matter.

Worry speculates about an unknown
Always and away. It gnaws.
It steals the present, it ignores
The precious moment
And it gives no answer, just dark chaos.

A solution? The solution?
Mind and body in-the-minute.
There is nothing more within
But sticking to, observing all,
Reducing big things to their smallest:
The phenomenon of this, the instant:
Now and every now that follows;
That, the how of this and each and all tomorrows.

Underlying Worry 5.28.2020 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin


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