The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light

My last poem Some Kind Of Sadness got such poignant responses, I had to write this too.

       The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light

There is the sunny side:

The bursting green of tree and bush,

The light, delight, the precious puss,

Processes key to happiness.

A breakthrough, negatives decried,

And you


Taking in,

All full of beans.

Within your day, the friendly means

Of sun, the birds, the cozy cat,

The light within,

The light without.

You, the end result content.

The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light 6.29.2017

Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin







Some Kind Of Sadness

I seem to have a mark of sadness

I don’t see when writing.

But when read again,

Plain as the nose upon my face

I see it and I say:

Am I that doleful soul

Whose miles of smiles

Make each day,

An inner and an inner, inner

Spurned when I’m awake?

A Janus or an understand-er of existence,

Real both? Real or both?

I know-eth not

And do not care.

I’m where I ought to be:

Here always.

Some Kind Of Sadness 6.25.2017

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin





To Those Who Say…

Those who say, “And then I said….”

Are short of something in the head;

Hidden pride in there instead.


Those who say, And then I told her…”

Dearest reader, here’s an answer:

“Then I said’s,”

A subtle, passive, ego-centered taking lead;

A mixture of denial, fugue,

(If ever there was such a thing).

It’s not a joke,

And I’m not kidding.


To Those Who Say…6.25.2017

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Thinking Clearly


I’m simply trying

To think clearly,

Times and destiny against me.


Not alone, it is we all.

A world of digits and addictions,

New temptations:

‘Lead me not into temptation…’.


Tiny hippocampus shrinking even more than ever,

It’s an effort,

I admit.

A part of words, a part of worlds

Inside a frame that gilds the lily,

Curls around reality

Like smoke from chimney.


Headlines chronically bad,

Chronicles of planetary sadness –

World of digits,

World on fire,

World that cultivates desire,

It is all the harder to think clearly

And sincerely:

Ergo, I

Am trying as a consequence,

To change the sequence

And think plainly, deeply,

Patently, indubitably


Thinking Clearly 6.18.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II: Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin


Internet Down

           Internet Down
My Internet’s been downed
Like copters in the movie
Black Hawk Down. Not really.
A childish melodrama that speaks
Of need and weakness.
The company that charges
For the privilege of barging into planetary life
Has sold itself to one – more rich and more far-reaching.
Dependent wretch,
I’ll have to pay the higher rates. They hold the reins.

There being glitches in the starting up.
This gap a slap in Arlene’s face,
But missing Wikipedia and mail,
I’ve let them nail me.
Waiting for the Flash drive USB
To come, but gosh and golly,
It’s a four-day holiday.
The post has lost more days
(the post is slow in any case).
The therapy?
I’ve had to muse on facelessness and vanity.

A week of absence
From the Web-based
Superhighway cyberspace,
Digitally online
Will be fine –
A rest from showing off the ego;
A real place in real space;
One’s fancied expectations
Where you know deep down
That not one of the bodies out there
Really care,
But you.

Internet Down 6.4.2017
Small Stories; Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

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