My Middle Name Is Faith 2001 2004

         My Middle Name Is Faith

It’s not that I don’t like it,

It’s that I’ve not yet embraced it,

Happening as it does, or seems

To do, so quickly overnight.

A process that I still don’t understand – not quite.

An age, the wrong side of the wrong side;

Stronger, weaker, ripened, mellow;

Still a seeker; seasoned fellow

Still preparing.

There are signs of maturation,

Both the rotting and the sprouting,

Yet the outer still concerns me:

Hanging, wrinkling, liver spots,

Graying hair and graying grin,

Growths like grain,

Red blotches, blots

Of pigment loss on what was porcelain;

Dropping off, a muted snore,

Dryness in the privates sore;

Swellings, shrinkings, pills galore –

Costing more

Than they are worth.

It comes so quickly, or it seems to –

Deficits and extra needs

In karmic keeping with the deeds.

Still, it fosters going inwards,

Digging deeper, hunting it;

Hunting something fall- and spring-less,

Everything-ness

In its self.

My middle name is faith.

©My Middle Name Is Faith 4.19.2001 2.5.2004

Circling Round Woman; Time; Circling Round Nature;

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Wrinkles;  Arlene Corwin

 

  

 

More Examination Observation 2002 2004

         More Examination Observation

Sixty eight and something’s new:

Breasts are lower – larger too.

The bad, the good -as usual.

Relatively new, I need new time

To melt into a new quiescence,

Seeing beauty in two breasts

That used to stand and stick right out.

Time to see them not as symbol

When I thought them much too small,

Not as symptom,

But as guests whose fall

Gives rise to modesty,

An I-less anonymity:

A mild, non-thought, non-value thing –

But valued as an old dear Ming,

An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring

Enduring, non-alluring, lowering:

Time for giving in.

K. can always see the bright side.

I see death come closer;

Chains and series; night ride

To a darker place.

I’ve got no choice.

(It could be worse.)

It’s time to go from strength to strengths,

From self-display to coming-out

To celebrate an ageing part;

Leave behind the body doubt

And gadding ‘bout

And preening what was only wart

To an arlene-ing of the heart,

The voice and head

Instead.

© More Examination, Observation 02.8.7 (revised04.9.20)

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman; Nature In & Of Reality;

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Sixty eight and something’s new:

Breasts are lower – larger too.

The bad, the good -as usual.

Relatively new, I need new time

To melt into a new quiescence,

Seeing beauty in two breasts

That used to stand and stick right out.

Time to see them not as symbol

When I thought them much too small,

Not as symptom,

But as guests whose fall

Gives rise to modesty,

An I-less anonymity:

A mild, non-thought, non-value thing –

But valued as an old dear Ming,

An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring

Enduring, non-alluring, lowering:

Time for giving in.

K. can always see the bright side.

I see death come closer;

Chains and series; night ride

To a darker place.

I’ve got no choice.

(It could be worse.)

It’s time to go from strength to strengths,

From self-display to coming-out

To celebrate an ageing part;

Leave behind the body doubt

And gadding ‘bout

And preening what was only wart

To an arlene-ing of the heart,

The voice and head

Instead.

Midsummer Party #1 #2 2002 2004

              Midsummer Party #1
 
June seventeenth: approaching

Mid-, the height, the longest, light,

A day which, catching hold

Of loss and cold,

Is time that never can recur –

Day never coming back;

A sun that stays up all the night

And on till dawn

With eating, drinking, friends, the pack

Carousing light-night long

To joke and celebrate the wait-for-what:

A curtain that for certain

Falls or opens summer’s tent.

             Midsummer Party #2

June seventeenth:

Approaching mid; the height;

The longest, lightest day.

And I am hit,

Encompassed by a hint

Of loss,

The tint of cold,

Of one more year;

Of age foretold,

And days one never can get back:

Time that cannot return.

June seventeenth: the main concern:

Eating, drinking, friends, the pack

Of relatives; to celebrate

And stay up late.

And here I sit up with the solstice:

Life in death’s becoming.

Flirting and forgetting laws:

High; low; the effects of cause.

Midsummer party:

Curtain waiting for a fall;

We, not thinking that we’re running out of funny hats,

Unending years and festivals.

© Midsummer Party original 02.6.17/ recomposed04.1.21Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between; Time; Nature In & Of Reality;  Arlene Corwin

Manipulating Time 2002

                    Manipulating Time

 Manipulating Time

Into [time]

[Time] in two

In tune [with time]

Time deep in self –

Deep in and out of nowhere

That prolongs,

Contracts,

Manipulating for more room

Within its frame. How nice!

An inexpensive price to pay

For elongating night and day:

Your life; more life to claim;

More time to soar;

More life that’s yours.

©

Manipulating Time 02.5.23 Circling Round Time; Vaguely About Music;  Arlene Corwin 

 

 

Little Pieces of Time 2010

          Little Pieces of Time

Looking back and looking at …

It all amounts to little pieces

Portioned out:

Little chunks of time connected

To the kernel,

Core eternal, temporal.

Looking back and looking at…

No matter how important & life changing

Any luxury or legacy that gave a bit

More comfort, comes to little:

Segments, fractioned out,

Our works, our lives into a kit.

Appear…and disappearance.

Looking back and looking at –

It all amounts to little pieces

Portioned out:

Little chunks of time connected

To the kernel,

Core eternal,

Temporal;

Putting us – our works, our lives –

Into perspective’s kit.

©Little Pieces Of Time 04.2.11(02.2.16  Circling Round Time;   Arlene Corwin

Linnea Is Dying 2010

Linnea Is Dying  Noon June 29,2007

Linnea is dying.

We will honor her

By penning on the hands of Time.

A morphined sleep,

The morphined comfort a reward

In tumored head,

God leading.

We will honor her with poetry –

The written word

A record

For Eternity.

Memories and memory to honor her,

This excellent mother;

Before name is on that stone,

A paper honor of her own.

 

We must honor even it,

The quiet sleep away from life.

Perhaps she goes to heaven’s secrets;

Maybe to return.

 

Higher than all sentiment,

Than tears;

Word’s love expression.

 

Dying –

Never dead.

 

Linnea Is Dying 07.6.07 Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Time; Mother Book;    Arlene Corwin

Limitation 2010

          Limitation

Limitation in the cell,

The basic gel;

To learn about,

To use,

Feel affection for and fuse

To feat, deed incomplete;

Limitation, really sweet:

A favor.

 

© Limitation 03.3.25 Birth, Death & In Betweeen; Nature In & Of Reality;   Circling Round Time;   Arlene Corwin

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