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

Clearly.

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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