A la Jane Austin 2002/04/05/06

               A la Jane Austin

I understand the modern man

I understand a la Jane Austin.

I know his concentration

Needs more snippets than long episodes,

His mental station gone awry.

I know the reason why, and I

Take heed, belonging to this restless breed.

I have a sense of when to stop.

Not stooping to the popular,

Since instincts tell me ‘when’,

And by the time the pen

Has filled A4,

I’d better not have one word more;

The mind-throat must be stilled.

The one-page reader won’t turn over.

Paradoxically, he’s buying longer books then ever.

The novella’s gone to hell, as well as

Rhyme and metered time.

Did I say I understood it,

This phenomenon modern?

I’m part of it. I know that much.

I am in touch with modern mind –

The search to find a higher truth,

Ponce de Leon’s search for youth,

The need for speed as well as silence.

I am there to understand the head and tail,

The ego frail, its longing for a holy grail.

I understand the hand that writes

To finish when A4 runs out.

A discipline from doubt or drought

That comes from having modern man’s eternal heart.

©A la Jane Austin 8.6.2002/3.16.2004/11.4.2005/2006

Our Times, Our Culture; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin








It Is A Fear, I Know 2008

           It Is A Fear, I Know

It is a fear, I know –

A way of handling sickness unto death:

“I always wanted to lose weight

And wear a wig.”

A line. A throwaway;

A kind of superstition.

If I say it, it won’t happen –

And it hasn’t happened yet.

My threatened conscious keeps preparing,

Frightened, daring –

Daring fate/daring-bold.

Hate the notion –

Keeping destiny on hold

with joke.

It’s all about acceptance –

That’s what it is all about.

It is a fear, I know.

© It Is A Fear, I Know 1.15.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; I is Always You Is We; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin




I Call You You 2009

            I Call You You

I call you You

Because I have and need to,

You are not a You

But It,

And yet,

I am not ready for

A God non-living

And must think of you as loving.

With a light that’s always on

I ought to let you in.

I’m not prepared,

The Highest much too far away

And threatening,

And scary.


© I Call You You 5.23.2009God Book; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin


Finding Yourself Is An Alphabetic Answer #2 2009

           Finding Yourself Is An Alphabetic Answer #2

Finding yourself is

An alphabetic answer:

Beginning beatification,

Continuing clarification,

A dance with dualism,

Existential experience,

Falling to fruitfulness,

Grading your gifts,

Honing your honesty,

Idealism to iconoclasm,

Joining of Jack and Jill,

Kindling kindness,

Leaning to love,

Milking the mind,

Not this/that but now,

Ownerless owning,

Power in purity,


Reminding and remaining,

Sticking to sense,

Taming and trying,

Utilizing your urges,

Venturing into vegetarianism,

Wrestling with wrong,


Zenlike zest.


© Finding Yourself Is 4.18.2009A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Reality;

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

Arlene Corwin







Every Little Bit Helps #2 2009

           Every Little Bit Helps #2

Always in transition,

If phases of the phrases

Fall into cliches,

Today’s cliché: ‘every little bit’

Assists the push’,

Meaning that there is no rush.

Sitting up in bed, (bookcase beside)

Pressing arm against a shelf:

A tricep boosted,

Fat reduced –

The whole a little tighter,

And a lighter

Day for me.



©Every Little Bit Helps #2 9.15.2009Circling Round Energy; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin




Dear Nature 2009

          Dear Nature

Not obstinate,

But free of habit.


But doesn’t know it wants.

Adaptable, it’s endless.



Free but dear.

© Dear Nature 11.23.2009

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin

It Depends On 2009

               It Depends On

It depends upon the ear & eyes,

And how you’re programmed to receive what’s wise:

What’s needed seeded in the moment.

Popping up while in the tub,

An imprint’s hub

That spokes the frontal lobe,

Pushing forward like the strobe light that it was.

Fulfilled and unafraid you are no longer there.

You’re here.

© All Depends On 10.27.2009

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

Arlene Corwin



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