Everything Inspires 2011

Everything Inspires

Everything inspires…

Everything contains…

Everything is everything

In everything:

Everything in everything.

You know it seconds at a time,

And when you do,

You know it’s not the shit of bull,

But true.

(Oh, how I hate clichés,

the trite, rhymed phrase,

the tautological  –

but there it is!)

Apologies.

This added madness/gladness business

That I simply have to share;

The feel

Of the incredible

To carry one through draw and pull,

The nice, the horrible.

The title ought to be

Tautology.

Everything Inspires 4.24.2011

A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

Arrow Of Attention 2011

Arrow of Attention

 

I shoot an arrow of attention

At the sky;

The universe where I

Deduce a cause original,

With energy available, accessible

Whenever broached.

I shot an arrow of attention,

String attached,

That hit, rebounded,

Slugged me back – sneak-subtly.

Mad about

This sounding out

To brain

As if it were a stranger,

Irresistible and undiscovered:

Really me –

Survival

At a selfdom’s highest level.

Tourist-like,

To travel back. the lure

Of uni-paradisic-cause,

Shooting my thirty second

Arrows of attention

To an everlasting sun.

Because I cannot stop,

I do not wish to stop.

Forgetfulness would be

A sin* indeed.

 

*sin: missing the target.

 

© Arrow of Attention 4.10.2011

To the Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Test of Faith #2

A better, more succinct version.  But one never can tell.

Test of Faith

Tidal wave.  Earthquake.

Failed plants of the atomic ilk.

In all preparedness

And vigilance and watchfulness

No soul’s prepared for this, for these.

 

Smart, calm, aware, the Japanese

Eleven March, Twenty eleven,

Drowned by this leviathan,

Entombed or washed to sea,

Irradiated sneak-invisibly:

Tragedy

Beyond capacity’s dimensions.

My husband had a dream last night:

“An oval shape in pleasing pink

Comes over the horizon,

Like a morning sun, and opening

Like scallop shell or half-moon petal

Stands a man who looks like you-

know-who”.

Scene two (as dreams do)

People eating vegetables, which wither

While the masses, changing color

Follow suit;

Stomach-turning greens and blues,

They’re on their way to die.’

And I,

With inner pictures of Japan plus dream

Think prophecy.

Prophecy?

 

© Test Of Faith 4.3.2011

Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Test of Faith 2011

  • I was sitting in the bath – a frequent spot for reflection – and thought suddenly, “this terrible, terrible thing that has happened in Japan, it must be (and I thought the word ‘final‘ but quickly eliminated it from my thoughts) a test of faith beyond our comprehension and felt I have to get this down somehow.  So late this afternoon I started on a poem: Test of Faith.  Here is the result.  A work-in-progress, but who cares.  Here it is:

Test of Faith

It’s happening –

Our times, our culture:

Earthquake. Tidal wave.

Failed plants of the atomic ilk.

In all preparedness

And vigilance and watchfulness

No soul prepared for this – for these.

The Japanese,

Smart, calm, aware,

And there:

In this the year

Twenty eleven,

Killed, entombed, washed to the sea,

Irradiated sneak-invisibly,

The  tragedy

Beyond capacity’s dimensions.

My husband had a dream last night.

An oval shape in pleasing pink

Came over the horizon,

Rising like a morning sun.

And opening,

A man shone forth.

Berobed, he looked like you-know-who.

Scene two.

The masses eating vegetables

Which wither

While they follow suit;

Changing color, nauseating greens and blues.

They’re on their way to die.

And I,

With inner pictures of Japan and dream

Think prophecy.

Prophecy?

 

© Test Of Faith 4.3.2011

Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin

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