What Sense Of Order 2012

What Sense Of Order?


My sense of order is,

To say the least,

Outside the ordinary.

Organized peculiarly onto itself.

It is, however


Craving effort, for

It runs, hops skips,

Connections vague as cirrus;

Crystal ice,

Fixed as geometry,

Result not cloud or chaos,

Not free verse that’s free, but bursting

Out of fragments freed

Then unified.


My sense of order is not cute,

Not in the Webster sense of cute,

Roots in the gene, route evergreen;

Unseen, it is productive.

Having shaped this poem, its meter

And its content, all while organizing

Books and/or clean sheets

of paper.


Ordained, it seems by outer space,

Orchestrated out of orbit,

As orgasmic as organic,

Organza at its sheerest,

I lie here a-writing,

As amazed as you

At what this mind can do.


What Sense Of Order?  4.2.2011(found 11.26.2012)

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin


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