And The World Gets Through Its Day 1.31.2015

And The World Gets Through Its Day


And the world goes on without me.

And the world gets through its day.

And you never start a sentence with an‘and’.

As I contemplate the boil on my gum,

The germ that could remove me in a night,

I take offense, collected sum

Of steam a dissipating stream

Which no one would so much as modify

One nano-second’s schedule for.

Earth without an Arlene in it

Without one adjusted minute.

Ants don’t change their habit-dance,

Corroborating colleague ants

Who pass away, heads bitten off.

Gigantic are the forces

Pushing onward, forward,

Nodding towards mortality.

This very day

My childhood friend rings up to say

His chemo- has been discontinued, insufficient.

Chemicals were not enough.

Stupid crab has gotten tougher,

Shifting upwards towards the head.

And the world gets through its day.

And the world goes on without one.

And you never start a sentence with an ‘and’.


And The World Gets Through Its Day 10.20.2006

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between; Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin








Haven’t Written In Days 1.28.2015

Haven’t Written In Days


Haven’t written in days.

A phase.

It’s coming – let it come.

The world around creating rules.

By God, there are a horde of schools out there.


Absent, present – never wish for more than just

A me falling like snowflakes

Struggling with transition.

Repeating while relaxing,

More mature, each new attempt

Producing new reactings.


Using moments – nothing more –

You will create a something.

Call it intuition.

Haven’t written – yes.

But haven’t rotted either.


Haven’t Written In Days 1.28.2015

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin





Mr Absolute 12.1.2014

Mister Absolute


Whether you want it,

Whether you don’t,

Always within,

Always without –

Mister Absolute.


Ignore it,

Abhor it,

It doesn’t care,

Always there, everywhere,

Belief or not,

It’s got you by the short and curly

Merely by existing.


Irrelevant, He/She/It,

Unseeable and mute, yet

Ready and accessible

To idiot, the destitute,

Crackpot, worry wart,

Self-taught, untaught

By reason of completeness.


Mister Absolute 12.1.2014

To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin



The God Question II (it never goes away) 1.12.2015

The God Question II

(It Never Goes Away)


Why are their laws?

Orderly and scientific, making order

Out of chaos.

Looking yet for more:

Explored and yet-to-be…


A category: love.

Too abstract to pinpoint;





Or fact?

Mystics that have always been,

Visionaries always seen

And metaphor the only language.



Well, ‘my Father’s house has many mansions.’


Are we fine-tuned its existence, all its functions?

Or is it fine-tuned to ours?


Those hung up on Christian thought

Have never read Vedanta.

Relevant, irrelevant:

If deity or canter, He doesn’t care

What we set store by

And if we believe or not.


The God Question II (It Never Goes Away) 1.12.2015

God Book II;

Arlene Corwin




The Skin On My Face Is Growing 1.12.2015

The Skin On My Face Is Growing Downwards


Wrinkling earlobes.

Ditto neck.

Drooping jawline; skrinkling cheek;

Eyes: the lids.

The mouth the hideous-d of all:

A mix of

Wrinkling, drooping, lined, thinned, fallen.

But it functions and I’m glad.

It talks, it sings, it bends, it hears

(that is the ears)

Not as unpropitious as it sounds.


But growing downwards, definitely. 

Or as the case may be indef….


Shall I interfere and try

To youngify?

Restyle, revamp, remodel, work, in short

A reconstruction?

How shall I adapt?


How shall I, in other ugly words escape?

Gather rosebuds while they’re there 

And you’re not in a wheelchair –

It doesn’t last – this now becoming past.

Not even Chinese Mings or tanks or emerald rings

(although they may take somewhat longer)

Anything that’s formed – reformed is de-formed in the end.

I’m wise enough to save that effort.

Not to take that shot at, stab at, or a crack

At getting my young beauty back.

Do I suffer?

That’s a tougher!


I ignore the mirror

Or I study the way Rembrandt did,

Leaving not a wart ignored.

Warts and all, I make my call without a comment

And a row.

I’m doing it right now.


The Skin On My Face Is Growing Downwards 1.12.2015

Circling Round Vanities II; Nature of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

I Don’t Like Invisibility 1.9.2015

I Don’t Like Invisibility

I don’t like that You’re invisible,

Showing signs by way of nature.

Linking mental self to You,

Some nice occurrence usually

Keeps company. Call it serendipity.

Nice, but insufficient.

I want more –

A pouring out of light perhaps.

An angel in the night, perhaps.

A levitation, revelation,

Glimpse into an afterlife…

You’re forcing me to act through faith.

Idiots have reached You,

Reveled in a presence, mad with joy;

Known this death thing, known this soul thing,

Analyzed a hidden order unavailable to

Most who seek but never see.

Nah, I don’t like invisibility.

I Don’t Like Invisibility 1.9.2015

God Book II;

Arlene Corwin

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