Locating God 2012

       Locating God




Going through

The cortex,


Up and down the spine

To limits mine,

To fortify

This imperceptibility:

Not imaginary

Yet concealed

As yet

This morning –

Not for always.


Locating God 1.19.2012

God Book; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin


Snowdrops In The Cemetery 2012

Snowdrops In The Cemetery



With no idea

If one should praise

The weather

Or shed tears in January,

Snowdrops showing in the cemetery.


Lars is to be buried here,

The service not an hour ago.

Light but mystical

To those who ‘heard’,

Sensible to all the others.


Fueling all in one or other way,

It fueled the whole.

Coffee, anecdotes and cake

Laughter, memories and talk

And afterwards the walk

Through graveyard to the car

And on the way the snowdrops growing

In a month




Snowdrops In The Cemetery 1.13.2012

Nature Of & In Reality; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin


First Aide 2012

First Aide


What’s the thing you think of


Coming to

All cloudy, trying

To hold on

To dream?

Images interpreted

Or failed to be…

Abandoned, fruitless

I do something

In my nature

Since a child. I

Go to brain,

Climb in

And feel out

Left, right, center/back, front, under,

Thinking, sensing

That I’m feeling.

Feeling really.

Really feeling.

What’s the difference?

Best aide to the waking.


First Aide 1.11.2012

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Because Of Fear 2012

Because Of Fear


Ruled by fear, he sits at home.

Not out in years

Nor in a dentist’s chair,

Teeth rotting, missing,

Dread of falling down the stairs

(Three or four at his front door)

He sits at home, the TV going

While assuring those he phones

That he’s not really watching.


In an armchair he calls throne

He sits alone,

The throne not king’s –

More beggar/clown.

His drinking’s slowed,

His ‘pot’s expanding;

Cigarettes smell up his pants

And everything else in the house.

The legs go like an old, old man’s –

Weakened by disuse.


A man who once had perfect pitch,

Once in demand by groups and bands,

Perfect ‘time’, his bass sublime;

Those gifted hands

Have stopped, a clock unwound.

He’ll never wind it up again

Unless a wonder intercedes.

He needs

a miracle.


Because Of Fear 1.10.2012

Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin




Access To Another Reality 2012

Access To Another Reality

My husband showers,

I take baths,

Luxuriating in the tub,

Sitting submarined,

My scrub-a-dub-dub duck around.

My character shows: sybaritic.

Showerer shows his: ascetic,

Doing all his stuff outdoors,

I train on floors.

He takes his walks,

I, talk in my computer talk.

Who’ll live the longer?

I in my enameled bubble,

He in his one day of stubble.

We are happy;


Both doubly good and bad

In more than one reality.

Access To Another Reality 1.17.2012

Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin

No Secrets & Other Thoughts 2012

       No Secrets (and Other Thoughts)


As paranoiac as the next;

It is society –

The cameras watching me.

Not exactly,

But you get my gist,

For there is nothing on my laptop

You can’t see.

I have no secrets.


Simple with veracity,

I haven’t got a hundred passwords

That would make me crazy,

Bending over backwards

To compromise

With fear.



Modern life, expansion, fullness,

Plethora to taking from

And no way to be rid of it.


Somewhere In the pile

Lies a good’un.

Well, It must.


Friends dying:




The immediate.

Response glib, searching,

Saying yes to being, breathing

Torso, limbs and senses




No Secrets (and Other Thoughts) 1.8.2012

Our Times, Our Culture II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin








A Friend 2011/12

A Friend


Died yesterday.


Away from


Speechless shaking.


To the feel of light,


And energy.


Unoriginal, banal:

This thing of death;

Too soon.


We mourn

An Eie gone but clothed

In strength again.


Eie rhymes with play-a.


A Friend 12.22.2011/12

Birth, Death & In Between II; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin



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