30 May 2011 Leave a comment
Daring
I have dared
To write the word
God,
Adding
To it
Qualities
That help me soar,
Give succor.
℘
Self-conscious
(Like the use of I
in poetry).
To risk the silent
Mockery
Of others.
Print useful, good.
From one’s abode where
One can goad, explode or im-,
Assured by those you most regard,
Making choices,
Giving voice from sources
In the psyche,
From the memory:
Like goes to like;
Empirical and tested
I have done it for some years
And haven’t suffered.
Daring 5.28.2011
God Book;
Arlene Corwin
30 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, defiant doggerel, the processes II
Challenging As a Way of Being
Accepting challenge as a path,
A way of being,
Challenge is a way
Of seeing
What to do and not to do;
What we are and what we’re not;
What to leave inside of us,
And what we ought
To put aside.
℘
Personally,
I don’t like it –
Confrontational, disputative:
A fashion word, a word in fashion,
And I wish
They’d halt its use.
So be it.
Challenge is Obama’s word
And everybody else’s too.
I like Obama – not the herd.
As stimulant to intellect
It is
Okay. I guess.
And so, although
It has no ring,
Accepting challenge as a path,
An invitation, way of being,
I can write this poem.
Challenging As A Way Of Being 5.29.2011
Defiant Doggerel; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
29 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, circling round wrinkles, pure nakedness
Looking At My Right Arm
Night after night, book in hand,
I see the arm,
And I’m
Astonished and perplexed.
I cannot climb inside
The aging mind of my right arm
To find out what it’s thinking
When a wrinkling
(That did not exist the night before)
Arrests the eye.
Or am I
self-deceptive,
Non-attentive?
Muscle doesn’t waste away
Over a night.
Something’s withering,
(Lovely sound – alarming word)
Shriveling and wasting.
I remember being young,
Those crepey ladies…“how repulsive”
On my brain-tongue.
Never
in my wildest dreams… yet
Here in bed examining,
Accepting, yes, consenting!
It is me!
I like the self I am and I agree
To what I see.
Looking At My Right Arm 5.18.2011
Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Wrinkles;
Arlene Corwin
27 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, circling round computers
On The Blink Again
Modern,
Fallen,
Hooked up to and on
The Internet, its modem.
Choices digging voices from
The netherworld, the heavenly –
You know not where –
(You did not even know were there).
Speed, thesaurus, font and format;
Easy outlet to a planet.
When it’s on the blink
In one or other ways – I’m sunk (or sink – if you like rhyme).
On The Blink Again 5.22.2011
Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
19 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, a sense of the ridiculous, God book
One Of Those Questions That Sometimes Hits Me
I was sitting in the sun
Having lunch,
When I wondered,
“Does God have a temperature?”
Egyptians loved this micro-mode
Of God of god: (or god of God)
It warmed, it nourished;
Sometimes hidden,
Bidden,
Prayed to…
You know – God in miniature.
So I wondered as I lunched,
As the sun
Went in and out the clouds,
Does God have a temperature?
I can picture energy –
A blend of particle and wave.
I can picture qualities –
Peace, power, knowledge, bliss and love.
But hot or cold,
I can’t get hold
of that
Thing in an Absolute.
So, dear reader,
If just one of you has had that vision,
Revelation, self-delusion,
Tell me. I don’t care.
I am divinely curious
As to Its Highness Absoluteness
And Its ungendered temperature.
One Of Those Questions That Sometimes Hits Me 5.19.2011
God Book; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;
Arlene Corwin
14 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, the processes II
Body Of Work
It’s that:
Not
One or two or twenty-two,
But quantity accrued –
The more the merrier:
A lot.
Carrying the burden of the gift;
Breathing in the suddenness;
Thinking, contemplating, scribbling, sketching,
Simplifying, adding to;
Finalizing through refining.
Ever open-ended.
That’s what counts.
Body Of Work 5.12.2011
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II
Arlene Corwin
11 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, cat book, coffee book
Catnap Time
Cup of coffee. Mind alert.
Have turt-
le doved
My way through lunch
With Kent. And now,
An hour later
In a chair, I bow
To catnap time.
(In fact, the cat is napping
Atop Birdie’s cage*;
Incomprehensible, this marriage).
Outside, there is a bit of thunder,
Bit of rain,
A bit of covering up of sun.
Inside again,
Kent snoring on the sofa
(a bit – just like the distant thunder).
Windless, soundless
In and out the house,
Except for gentle scratchings
From this penciled place
On piece of paper,
Plus a tone inside my ear.
Post pause:
Sun’s shed its dark disguise,
Cat, bird and flies
Return
To life outside and in.
*Birdie is our Australian parakeet elegans .
Cat Nap Time 5.11.2011
Coffee Book; Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
11 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, love relationships; circling round eros, small stories book
Married Couple
Big house.
Great parties.
But in real life,
When he approaches
She backs off,
Back down…away.
Is he too amorous,
She cold?
Is it a simple chemistry
That doesn’t hold?
Great cook, great boss, great energy
And yet
The secret
Behind union
Eludes both of them,
And those who watch.
Married Couple 5.11.2011
Love Relationships; Small Stories;
Arlene Corwin
08 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round eros, love relationships
Writing A Poem About Sex
No paper around,
But round and empty spool at hand
(a cardboard spool for paper towels)
A ballpoint pen to fool around with – and with sudden
Thought, I reach the ballpoint at my right
And write a poem called Sunday Sex
With words like tantra, screw, and Kama sutra;
Supple, glad: A poem is made!
But where to place it in my files:
Eros? Nature? The Creative?
Love? Perhaps.
Computers, baths or vanities,
Absolutely not!
This Sunday sex, exquisite sex,
Pre-requisite to breakfast
Has to have the perfect placements;
One or many, it will stick out
In more books than you
Can shake a stick at.
Tantric dancing slow and quick,
Mixing techniques, loving tricks.
Brighter wick cannot be found
To pick one up a-Sunday.
Writing A Poem About Sex 5.8.2011
Circling Round Eros; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
08 May 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round eros
Sunday Sex
Sunday sex;
Loving screw;
Sunday Kama sutra
And I’m glad that I’m in shape,
Leg thrown up upon a wall.
Tantric, supple,
Working towards a goal.
A goal?
Perhaps. Who knows?
It happens when it happens;
And this Sunday
Radio in background
We are happy.
Sunday Sex 5.8.2011
Circling Round Eros; A Sense of The Ridiculous;
Arlene Corwin
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