Only If 2008

      Only If

Only if

Someone is daft

Enough

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

Obscure,

Disguised

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

Moment.

© 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

Even-ing

In June

Is we that never was.

We,

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

Benign,

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

Millions

Who accomplish [relatively] much,

Touch heaven

In the earthliest of ways

(an ultimate non-real salvation);

One of the

Almost;

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

In;

Never satisfied,

Aspiring,

Destined anyway

To be

One of the almost

Famous.

© 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:

Talents.

Actors write;

Singers act;

Nobel winners

Play the violin,

And housewives

Who have put behind them

Operatic aspirations

Have their babies –

Cootchicooing,

Cleaning, cooking,

Going back for their degrees

At fifty, sixty, eighty.

Talents manifest

Or hidden,

Baiting,

Waiting

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

Involuntarily.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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