24 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round nature
When Autumn Leaves
When autumn leaves – the birch vacated,
Berries enervated,
Needles yellowed, spikey,
Oak leaf flakey, wizened –
The whole unimpassioned,
One’s prepared:
Wood stacked for stoking;
Heat to soak non-stoic feet.
Two-tiered sweaters. Even three.
No stoic me.
A sweater is for sweating. Oui?
Weather
Notwithstanding,
Winter takes its place till spring
When everything alluded to
Re-sizes.
© When Autumn Leaves 9.17.2010 Circling Round Nature; Arlene Corwin
24 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
The Day The Belly Fat Came Out
I was in the bath and watching
As the water drained.
Watching.
Waiting.
Sitting back and snatching warmth.
Halfway down the tub
I saw the hub:
A roundness
That no diet can remove.
Reproving God and nature,
I sat looking at the fat –
That dominates the muscle,
That has replaced the muscle.
Sit-ups, backbends, cobras, ploughs:
I’ve given in.
No longer thin,
The waist and hip a strain on zipper.
You will have to take me as I am.
I
will have to do the same.
© The Day The Belly Fat Came Out 9.21.2010 Circling Round Baths; Arlene Corwin
22 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round eros, love relationships, pure nakedness
Somebody’s Second Husband
Ssh, it’s secret –
Something between you
And who. A second husband’s died.
The obit does not talk about
The man she knew –
The archetypal macho who,
When they were out walked steps ahead
So that she never could catch up with him.
Writing style eloquent, script feminine,
Expressing what he never said:
He’s dead.
He told her once he wanted freedom –
Freedom to live out libido.
Would she leave (he’d kicked her out).
She did.
He’s died. You’d think she’d gloat.
She doesn’t.
When he’d ‘freed…’ enough, he pleaded,
“Marry me! Come back”.
She did.
Except in bed, she never once felt loved:
The tender side of macho-.ness.
She left one morn.
He carried on libidinously filming porn.
It’s forty-eight years later.
What to say? He’s passed away.
Obituary? He, the revolutionary,
Went right wing, supporting
War by Bush.
Pillar of his town, he’s gone –
Out beyond.
God’s waves His magic wand,
And though she doesn’t –
God knows where.
© Somebody’s Second Husband 9/18 2010 Circling Round Eros; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
22 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round time, our times our culture
I Am The Past
I am the past.
I am no longer what goes on.
I have, I work the present,
But when reading magazines I see,
I am the past.
It isn’t strange.
I change,
The latest scenes
Don’t interest me – repetitions
So familiar;
Shifted, substituted: names.
Everything on offer screams:
I am the past.
© I Am The Past 9.17.2010 Our Times, Our Culture; Circling Round Time; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative
You Name It
Grist for the mill
Of poetry:
Anything,
Everything.
Grist for the mill
Of form:
Anything,
Everything.
Grist for the mill
Of art and beauty
Anything,
Everything. All
A state of mind.
© You Name It 7.17.2010 The Processes:Creative,Thinking,Meditative; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round reality, love relationships
Things Are Happening In Every Family
Things are happening in every family.
Death, divorce; diverse
Resources and recourses.
You can’t flee,
There’s no escape;
You’re in the group’s continuum;
And since there’s no life in a vacuum,
Do the loop de loop –
Be happy.
©Things Are Happening In Every Family 7.0.2010 Circling Round Reality; Love Relationships; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, nature of & in reality, to the child mystic
The Essence Question
If essence (they say),
Am I light?
Am I energy’s
Luminous might?
What?
Am I dot
In the polka- of all mighty
Power? The powdery dust
Of an influence infinitesimal,
Guiding the universe
(Plural or singular)?
Even the seers don’t swear
In their seeing.
There’s faith and there’s hope,
The occasional fervor
To carry us further,
The sometime disclosure:
The quest and the query.
© The Essence Question 8.21.2010 Nature Of &In Reality; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative
So’s I Remember
So’s I remember
For my own improvement
Thank you Howard Garner
For your concept of a multiple intelligence
Assuaging doubts:
Word, number, picture, body smart;
Music, nature, people smart;
Self smart,
And maybe existential too.
Concepts to review
Each now
And then.
Very Gita and Vedanta.
Thank you Garner.
© So’s I Remember 6.22.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative
Nothing But A Monet Waterlily
I’m nothing but a waterlily,
Maybe I’m Monet, for
I seem to paint or sing or play the same scene
Over,
Over…
With the flavor
Of the day.
It’s the flavor of the day
That makes the difference.
I’m not bored.
It feels as fresh as
I-don’t-know, a daisy –
To say what I say
As if I’d never even said it once.
© Nothing But A Monet Waterlily 9.1.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round reality, revelations big & small
Nothing Belongs To Me
Do you recognize yourself –
Tool in the cause
Of cause and effect,
Finding yourself doing your life
At levels unavoidable?
Yoga-izing n the plough.
Huxley’s door! Wow!
Nothing’s mine. Not now,
Not ever. Comings, goings,
Objects, humans, ideas too –
Nothing near or dear is you
Or yours. I’d known that
In my intellect.
I really knew it then.
That
Big and small
Make five foot one inch
Eight feet tall.
It’s all on loan.
Don’t weep.
To own –
What’s that?
‘s fun – when revelations
© Nothing Belongs To Me 8.27.2010 Circling Round Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin
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