Suddenly It’s Silent 2011

Suddenly It’s Silent

 

The sound is gone.

Is it the end

Of an affair, a war, the world?

A temporary state

Which soon or late

Returns to tone?

Singing birds,

Spoken words,

Flutterings and mutterings;

Buzzings; things

That vibrate love and action –

Muted:

Unexplained.

Strange.

 

Now to tailor time to suit the silence;

How to tailor time to suit the silence?

 

Suddenly It’s Silent 6.17.2011

Nature In And Of Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Moth In The Dishwater 2011

Moth In The Dishwater

 

It lay in the dishpan,

There only minutes before it was found.

Bag for the garbage, the only thing handy,

I lifted it onto the only thing present.

Predictably stuck, I continued to try.

Paper towel – single ply –

Gently absorbing the water I could,

Watching the dampness be transferred and spread,

Lo! Here was movement: antennae and head.

A moth full of fortitude, patient and quiet;

Waiting, accepting whatever fate brought it.

 

It’s June and it’s summer. I opened the door,

Moth and yours truly keen for existence.

Stooping outside, nudging to grass straw;

First, to a spider web. That was an error.

Cheeky and rude to the spider in question

I transferred de-powered, de-powdered white wings

To a flower, now fond of the little white thing.

 

Checking its whereabouts each half an hour.

By some downright miracle, it’s shifted place.

How it survives is a matter of grace,

But it lives.

At the moment it lives.

 

Moth In The Dishwater 6.11.2011

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

In Terms Of 2011

In Terms Of

 

It helps to think in terms of God.

You don’t have to

If you feel repelled.

Bot focus on a onething.

 

In Terms Of 5.1.2011

God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Not Made To Multi-Task 2011

Not Made To Multi-Task

 

To work against the weak sides

Of one’s character,

Yet keep intact the instinct for

One’s intuition.

 

Made to focus,

(Though the best

of yogis,

I have heard,

Can solve a hundred things at once;

See to, make, do –

While you and I –

Miscarry,

Never knowing why.

 

The failings of the century;

Flailing,

So wrapped up in progress and ambition,

Technique’s -ology,

And money.

[We’re in] such a hurry,

 

Not contrived to multi-task.

Encumbered in our depths,

Stretched over desk and steering wheel

We feel success that isn’t real.

 

Meant to do one thing.

 

Not Made To Multi-Task 6.7.2011

Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s Face it 2011

Let’s Face it

 

Not out there – gender parts and kidneys,

Limbs and such, their liquids, hormones;

It would be absurd to think

Divided absoluteness.

 

Common sense,

Intelligence

Collected in,

Connected to

The brain: my brain:

I’m here, no accident,

Attempting to – what is the word – sustain

A feeling of affinity

That comes now and again;

 

‘Made in His image’.

Metaphor/linguistic phrase;

Quaint metaphor/linguistic tries,

But well,

We have to use them don’t we?

 

Let’s Face it 5.16.2011

To The Child Mystic II; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

Dark Matter, Dark Energy 2011

         Dark Matter, Dark Energy

 

Dark matter, dark energy

Might just be the light

Of answers’ ultimate;

The atom, neutron, molecule; 

The smaller yet, 

Swish-swirling through 

Earth micro-macro,

Making up my body:

Yours.

 

Invisible,

With not a sense to see or measure,

Known by what is missing:

By deduction,

By reduction.

What?

It?

Maybe. 

But significant.

 

Dark Matter, Dark Energy 5.5.2011

Nature Of & In Reality; 

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Changing Body 2011

Changing Body

 

Oh, so sneaky, subtle;

“Wearing out”, they call it.

Yet, the ‘wear’ has causes real:

Abuse, a gene’s excuse

Unknown, unseen;

Causal, mean –

Effective.

Bio-clocked,

Upsetting balance,

Sapping strength,

Taking beauty,

(Taking vanity)

In a body

That keeps changing.

A good thing –

If you see it.

 

Changing Body 5.21.2011

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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