2013 in review

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My Soul Place 2013

My Soul Place


Not a body with a soul,

But a soul that has a body,

Body mine and it going around

Together –

Where, whenever…

Taking me where

We should be.

It’s perfect.


My Soul Place 12.29.2013

To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

Stealing From Life 2013

There’s nothing in me/ Not really/A soul perhaps/ But ideas?/ They come from everywhere:/each scene seen,/words heard/Then i write,/which feels right,/the only right thing with no rationale/no reason why/the urge itself identifying/who I am.  etc, etc.  to come.

As I write this out it sounds kind of Buddhistic with ‘no me’, but un-Buddhistic because there is a soul.  Do we Jews believe in a soul?  In which case it also sounds Jewish.  Certainly Hindu.  Seen practically, I certainly think that, as I said in a poem once, “nothing comes out of a vacuum”.  So back to Stealing From Life, I think that will be the next one. (But I never can tell).

                  Stealing From Life


There’s nothing in me, not really.

Soul, possibly,

(Well probably); but ideas?

Inklings, maybe,

Vague anticipations/no anticipations…

They come: seeing where it takes a crumb.

Scenes seen, words heard;

Then I write (which feels right)

The only thing to do with nothing cogent

And no reason why,

The urge itself identifying

Who I am,

Its raison d’etre.

(It’s terrific!

What a rush!

What a charge!

What a blast!

The thrill of slang not least.)


Stealing From Life 12.29.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Leaving Two-Thirteen Behind 2013

  Leaving Two-Thirteen Behind
Just behind: two-thirteen.
Hard to put your finger on
The grieving; shorter years;
The cloths of fate.
Thieving years (theft more the word)
Fears caving in,
But fears of dying; Merde!
Closer to the grave.
How much did one achieve,
The question.  Peeved
In some unconscious way,
Un-livedout dreams corrosive,
One was passive, much too passive,
On the eve of leaving,
Threshold weaving two-thirteen
Into a two-fourteen, waving goodbye
With fireworks and resolutions,
Thinning bones and air pollution.
A coming into being. 
Leaving Two-Thirteen Behind 12.28.2013
Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Time II;2
Arlene Corwin

Small Disappointments 2013

                  Small Disappointments


Stamped, tattooed,

The small boo-hoos of childhood.

“Mommy please, a pair of tap shoes”

“Mommy, that Hawaiian skirt,

Oh mommy, mommy please”

No dear, you have a murmur of the heart.”

“As for the skirt, we can’t afford it”.

Small longings never gotten to,

Absolutely not forgotten, so

She never tapped,

She never swayed;

Seldom put words to a wish.

She thought, she felt.

Mommy firm, she got the message.

And she never argued;

Got to play the harp instead.

She sang, she learned piano, but

Such tiny sorrows stay.


Small Disappointments 12.26.2013

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

Fear Of What? 2013

Fear of What?


Married fifty years

And he won’t fart in front of her –

He simply can’t.  He won’t.

He’d rather leave the room instead,

Holding out until he’s ‘dead’.

Poor man: conservative until the end;

Same suit, same T shirt, jeans;

Blue white and clean –

What is he so afraid of`

In his stiff nightmarish life,

Life passing by like Prufrock? *

And his wife?

She buys new frocks,

Changes her hairstyle;

Always there for him, while he, well,

Has an earthly hell and doesn’t know it.

*see The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Fear Of What? 12.22.2013

Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Talking To & For Yourself 2013

Talking To & For Yourself

You’ll be going to funerals.

They’ll be coming to yours.

Expect it. Prepare.

Unforeseen or

What they told you;

New born, timeworn: gone,

Pushing you

Against an unknown absolute.

Unimagined, unexpected,

Un-awaited, un-projected

Un- thought out about before –


Antonyms of the above:

It matters.

Then it’s you, your turn to go.

Their turn to organize,

To empty house, to vocalize:

To cry.

The getting ready,

The acceptance or rejection,

Mulling over ‘fore and after

Hinge on pre-work done,

Talking to and for


Talking To & For Yourself 12.16.2013

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

I Daresay, That’s Ok 2013

I Daresay, That’s Ok

With the limited vocabulary

Of an African tribe

I find, like them, I can describe

Whatever, rather well;

(fairly, pretty, moderately,

somewhat, anyway.)

In daily life I cannot tell

A story

Or a


But if I poke around a bit

Get to the gist of it

Convincingly (not always beautifully)

But powerfully enough to get a rise

From reader wise I wish to touch

I daresay,

That’s ok.

I Daresay, That’s Ok 12.10.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

They Call It Inspiration 2013

                    They Call It Inspiration

Sometimes I think I’ve said it all;

Compulsive rhyme-&rhythm-er

Giving out the personal, subjective

Universal and objective

in poetic form;

Unable and unwilling to use normal

Prose.  Who knows?

Who cares? Just I.

In any case,

I write with ease

When guided by the muse poetic;

So, as said,

I think I’ve said it all

Until I say it next.

I think they call it inspiration.

They Call It Inspiration 12.8.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Waiting for April 2013

Waiting For April


Waiting for April:

A friend waits for the months to turn,

Return to April.

Mind/heart burning

For early darks and chill to go;

The tendril more than slender wisp,

And hints of warmer winds,

The longer light, its lengthy rays

With birds from other lands preparing

Wings not yet a-nesting….

Signs attesting to the spring.

Friend waits, awaits,

The fourth


And its thirtieth

And final day

To turn, voilá

To May!


Waiting For April 2.3.2013

Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

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