Only If 2008

      Only If

Only if

Someone is daft


To interest him/herself,

Will this stuff ever

Be ingested voluntarily,

Digested – maybe.

Reading it today, I think,

“This stinks…

What is she saying?”

I, the author, have to

Think it through.

It’s there, all right –

A bright idea



Or cryptic;

Not a picnic.

But still deep enough

To steep yourself in.

Neither boast nor bragiose

Just an attempt to give the most

That one can give at any given


© Only If 4.24.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

One Evening In June 2008

         One Evening In June

One moon, croon, tune


In June

Is we that never was.


A festival of feelings,

Celebration of the pagan.

Venus high,

Comfortable with one another,

On our backs,

The insecurities relaxed,

Relieved in rest,

Our recreation our vacation.

One June moon sphinx


An atmospheric secret box

Holding our futures.

© One Evening In June 6.28.2008

Circling Round Eros; I Is Always You Is We; Love Relationships;

Arlene Corwin



One Of The Almost Famous 2008

        One Of The Almost Famous

One of the almost famous


Who accomplish [relatively] much,

Touch heaven

In the earthliest of ways

(an ultimate non-real salvation);

One of the


Works viewed

By a fraction few [of mankind’s folk;]

Who never reach the immortality

Of earthly offers,

Leaving ends to destiny

And judgement day;

Probably me

Or you –

Or friends who go

In circles that you run, are known


Never satisfied,


Destined anyway

To be

One of the almost


© One Of The Almost Famous 3.1.2008

I is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin


One More Time 2008

      One More Time

Saddened one more time.

Sad, as if I knew him.

It’s the earli-ness,

The premature-ness,

Pointlessness of fate;

Date with Death.

Acclaimed, accomplished,

Consummate, exalted, in his prime.

One more time

The talented, accomplished

Dying young

In witless ways,

Shortsighted stunts,

Mindless moments’ dumb decisions –

And the world has lost

Yet one more source

Of inspiration.

Then I think:

Each karmic trick

Happening to all

And who

Am I to

Challenge it?*

*Esbjorn Svensson brilliant jazz pianist who died in a scuba diving accident age 42 or so.

© One More Time 6.16.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

One Big Question 2008

       One Big Question

What I write is

One big question;

Every statement,

Each assertion –

Just a question.

What I know I say,

But saying, – is a question,

A gestation of the soul

Doled out

In graduated wakenings

Through many lives

Of asking.

©One Big Question 2.10.2008

Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

To The Child Mystic; I is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin








On Reading A Short Story Written By An Actor 2008

          On Reading A Short Story Written By An Actor

It’s always one or more:


Actors write;

Singers act;

Nobel winners

Play the violin,

And housewives

Who have put behind them

Operatic aspirations

Have their babies –


Cleaning, cooking,

Going back for their degrees

At fifty, sixty, eighty.

Talents manifest

Or hidden,



To be found and shot

Into a world in need.

There is a cover for each pot.

© On Reading A Short Story Written by An Actor 8.24.2008

Definitely Didactic; Small Stories Book; The Processes: Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin








Of Course He Knew 2008

         Of Course He Knew

Of course he knew

He was about to die.

‘In it’ each moment,

Living ‘in it’ as he died.

Still I seem, am seen to cry


I’ve got to force, convince myself

For my well-being –

There is no such thing as Death.

Have got to think it’s just a change

Of form.*

© Of Course He Knew 4.23.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

*from a letter to Ron same day- poetic version








Not Good Enough For Immortality 2008

        Not Good Enough For Immortality

Probably not good enough

To be remembered

In a Mozart, Michaelangelo,

Shakespearean or Goethe way,

Yet got to do my thing

Albeit middling.

And, albeit middling

There’s a pot for every cover

And a cover for each pot.

Until I rot I’ll write, if only that

One’s children are the lot –

The nearest, dearest heirship

To the gifts of generation.

Screw not good enough

And immortality.

© Not Good Enough For Immortality 8.4.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin




No-Idea 2008


This is a no-idea,

The idea being that it’s time

To call it impulse,

Instinct, intuition,

Knowledge that commands,

“Write now! It’s time!”

A reminder from the deepest

That it’s time, a way

To meet the day creative- meditatively.

The satisfaction will last hours:

Like a meal.

In one day of absence

Could lie danger vague.

So, no-idea

Comes out of silence

To unclog a stranger.

© No-Idea 7.19.2008

The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin















New Gratitude 2008

         New Gratitude

New gratitude.


A gratitude

To mommy

Who gave me

The harp when she

Could hardly pay the lessons –

Just because I’d asked.

Who gave me lessons in piano,

Sent me to the H.E.S.*

Believed in me

On some unconscious level.

Faults as parent,

Flaws as person,

Ignorance et al,

She loved me.

And that’s all.

I knew it always.

Even when she failed,

I knew it.

And that’s everything.

*Hebrew Educational Society; an organization set up for Jewish children to

study music tuition-free.

© New Gratitude 8.3.2008

Mother Book; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

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