I Love Talent 2001

I Love Talent

 

I love talent!

I just love talent!

Talent is a grace, an ace –

A freebee: blessing,

Something that you get for nothing;

Something that’s a bank, a chest,

A toolbox/treasure all-in-one.

How to leach it, turn it

From a talent to a skill;

Tease it, teach it

How to be its best,

A handmaiden

And guest of soul.

Toil at the risk of pain,

Refinement but

The world’s disdain

Align themselves

In talent,

And I love talent.

 

I Love Talent 8.17.2001

Special People Special Occasions;

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the balance of alignment

Of the quester

Who risks pain of world disdain

 

Midsummer 2012

Midsummer

We celebrated midsummer.

Now It’s over.

We ate herrings, mackerel, dill, potatoes,

Grilled tomatoes, chicken, rice;

Cheese, grapes: weariless our appetites;

Strawberries, cream, cake & coffee.

Drinking red and elderberry,

And we toasted

Summer’s solstice.

We played boule, guitar and sang;

Discoursed till evening.

Anecdotes run into sand.

Now it’s over.

Nice if we could stop the day,

The shortened time betraying us.

Gratifying if we could detain the light

Night through, the winter through.

True to form,

The turning point has come,

And joy and cheer become a matter of interpretation.

How to hold on

To and keep them? You

Know cheer’s not in the solstice or

The party, for

They both are over

And it is no longer midsummer.

Midsummer 6.22.2012

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

Arlene Corwin

Free Form Prattle 2012

Free Form Prattle

 

Either out of which we’re made,

Or with whom we lived,

Having origins at just precisely

When he did

(split second timing’s what it was)

If evolution plays its game,

And you are here today,

With quite large brains that took awhile,

Then taking leaps of logic large,

Let us suppose that atom

Is a being conscious with propensities,

Even if we come from fish,

And even seashells,

Clock-less seconds notwithstanding,

Every atom could have been,

May always have a consciousness

That lead to us.

Not so far fetched, is it?

 

Free Form Prattle 6.21.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bending Over A Bathtub While Thinking 2012

Bending Over The Bathtub While Thinking

 

Brain I am in touch with you.

You are the You-niverse,

A You-knowverse which knows you back:

Back, front, and sideways.

 

Staring;

Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.

As I become aware of staring

Where there’s nothing’s going on,

Transformation in a second.

Change within, inside the mind.

I bind myself to it: it’s beckoned.

It: the flashing nano-minute.

 

Standing up and going out,

Picking up a tome I’m

Reading, I resume

The all-plebeian ordinary daytime.

 

Bending Over The Bathtub 6.19.2012

Circling Round Baths II; To The Child Mystic II;

Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Talks With A Jehovah’s Witness 2012

Talks With A Jehovah’s Witness

We make decisions all the time.

Does that make will free will?

Does making make the will,

Hint at autonomy and choice?

You do not need a church to know,

You-sow-you-reap: a heap of chains.

To me it’s plain: the me I use that uses me

Began its journey

When the male cypher put out some feelers

Into an already & all ready force

Called nature; something in the universe that nurtures.

A first force that doesn’t move cannot produce,

But something in this universe can nurture

Nature, which in turn, can carry through…

And carry through it does through opposites;

With white and black and front and back,

And minus/plus and all of us,

With chains and patterns of potential

In our essences, with tendencies

And qualities

With which we reach a perfect state

Of being one with Something.

Talks With A Jehovah’s Witness 6.16.2012

Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin

This Shifting Thing 2012

This Shifting Thing

 

This constantly shifting thing

We call the body.

(thing – no holy

thing – just thing which changes

by the hour,

flowering and wilting)

As I watch inside it,

Idolizing and despising,

Taking care,

Such futile care,

“Hypochondriacal” pops up where.

It’s doctored

sillily.

Body for each weekday,

Wreck day,

Weak day,

To rinse out and cleanse

And without choice endure,

Racking intellect’s grey matter

In the search for what

Does not exist:

Something stable and unchanging;

Body poised

Which in a perfect world

Could go unnoticed.

Myth

With which to live

And not a stich

Of truth.

 

This Shifting Thing 6.14.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Letting In The Universe 2012

Letting In The Universe

 

I’m letting in the universe,

Lettering the universe,

And all is going well.

Surprise, surprise –

You simply cannot tell

What’s in the cards.

 

Letting In The Universe 6.14.2012

Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

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