Projection 2014/Listen Carefully 2011 (fraternal twins)



An observation meant to teach;

Noted, recorded,

Title accurate once more.

So, boring though it may be –

Dreary, tiresome, repetitive:

It’s all projection.

Does that make life an illusion?

Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes.


Projection 4.3.2014

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin


Listen Carefully


Listen carefully:

It’s the mind instructing.

It’s projection,

Life’s transliteration:

So seductively subjective.

The best reason to clean up

For purer, surer powers;

Thus a clear interpretation;

More trustworthy as instruction.

Listen carefully.

We usually



Listen Carefully 2.4.2011

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin


Such A Pity 2013

Such A Pity


Such a pity

That life has to end,

Great talents and

The little man –

It doesn’t matter.

Scattered ashes,

Rotted flesh –

There’s nothing fresh

About death –

Or is there?


Such A Pity 7.10.2013

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin


It Wouldn’t Be Rational 2014

It Wouldn’t Be Rational


To not have proof

(proof lies in in flukes

and strokes of luck)

To ask for faith

Without an answer that’s perceivable

Is something I’m au fait with.

Atheist, who lacking the capacity

For faith

In a can’t-see, can’t-touch

May not or may be looking for the truth.

When I feel

That anxiety that hits at two

I ask for proof,

And poof, I’m lucky –

It arrives. Some form or other

That one cannot show to others,

Scientifically repeat

Or demonstrate.

And that

Is where the pity lies.


It Wouldn’t Be Rational (begun 7.13.2013) 4.2.2014

To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin




Biography In Verse 2014

Biography In Verse


What a way to hide –

A life in meter.

Details you might choose to lose,

Conceal under bedclothes;

Tiny facts essential to your memory,

But only yours.

Neckerchief presented by an ardent student:

Dedicated. Flattery appreciated.

Compliment from lovers long, long years ago;

Facts ashamed or guilty of;

Events repressed,

Facts that used to be a truth,

Belonged to youth,

Almost forgotten.

Then comes rhyme

To bring the time

Out into daylight,

Clarified and universalized:

Life’s praise in verse.


You may elect to write in code,

Record the streets you strode,

The lost rewards that shroud your days,

The rosebud days of silent angst,

The crude, nude, many hued

Inquietude of men withstood.


All that in metered lines.


Biography In Verse 4.1.2014 (started 11.12.2012)

Pure Nakedness; Autobiography; Biography;

Arlene Corwin

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