A Scorching Day In Sweden

You’ve all heard of the American in Paris.  But have you heard from the American in Sweden??

       A Scorching Day In Sweden

A scorching day in Sweden!

An un-

            usual phen-omenon.

A day in May, albeit late…

The twenty-third, two thousand eight-teen,

Close to June where none too soon,

A scorch might be anticipated:

But not now! 

Good gracious, no!

Is it the changing climate showing?

Or am I mistaken terribly,

And May is as it should be?

 

One wants the sun, its vitamin.

One want to show of well-toned skin.

But here, up North, if sun doth scorch.

One dare not go forth hat un-donned,

However fair one may look tanned.

 

Such incongruity!

Outdoor healthful Vit’min D

Or indoor white and cancer free?

Osteoporotic from a life in shade

Or sun brown dry, and wrinkled maiden?

As we say, Oy vey! and anyway,

Fahrenheit or centigrade,

It’s been a lovely day today

From which one could not stay away.

 

I’m simply wondering, no, pondering

A time to come

When icebergs in the Arctic North succumb,

Exchanging solid sum for water,

A transporter of sheer peril,

A world’s isle-slaughter.

Good for us and as it ought-a, or…?

A Scorching Day In Sweden 5.23.2018 Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

People Get Tattoos

Given the popularity of tattoos, beards, shaven heads, holes in the body…et al, I’m enclosing this highly relevant observation written first in 2002, revised in 2004 and now again in 2018.
        People Get Tattoos
People get tattoos because
They think that there’s no change,
Because they’re vain, in love:
They think they choose, because
They’ve no idea at all
The rain in Spain lies mainly
In the plain,
That muscle turns
And what was breast or chest and firm,
De-firms, deforms
With budding bicep rose
Becoming wrinkled, wilted posy of-the-elbows.
I suppose it’s all to do
With time and how we throw
Away our energies, with time
Outgrowing side- and peepshow
We all worshipped once with gusto.
Oh, tattoo, you are a symbol
Of myopia and youth,
A cockeyed view of truth
That lets us down.
Still, people will demand tattoos,
Refusing all discussion
Until gusto gets to be disgust.
Nothing one can do
Except boo-hoo
This triste refrain to all who’ll listen;
Self abstain , and be a witness.
People Get Tattoos 1.18.2004 revised from 6.17.2002 re-revised 5.22.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;; Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Sense Of The Ridiculeye

     

       A Sense Of The Ridiculeye

 If I should die

Before the chance to finalize

My opii or opus-eye,

I’d like my friends and family

To help my un-computerized beloved Kent

To contact-wise or otherwise

Contact well meant

Computor pals,

Informing them of my demise,

As I have been so many times,

Pushed ahead by good advice.

I’d like to share my destiny

With those out there who ‘followed’ me.

But time’s not up,

And I still drink from heaven’s cup,

Statistics in my favor,

Savoring each mobile action.

A Sense Of The Riduleye 5.17.2018 Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Computers; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

Deciphering Meanings

Deciphering Meanings
 
Who to aim at, more – commune with?
I read my stuff
And wonder if
I’m writing ‘down’ or writing ‘up’,
Supposing all the time
I’m being clear, cupping my ears
And listening to the depth inside:
I, a string of nuances,
We, limbs of the human race,
Often needing to be decoded;
Every now and then we feel understood.
It feels good.
Nuance and communication.
.
Who I am – this heart, this art,
Part smart, part daft,
Beyond decrypting, hoping, trusting
That you will at least, enjoy the craft.
 
Deciphering Meanings 8.23.2014The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Pure Nakedness II; Definitely Didactic; revised 5.12.2018Arlene Corwin
 
 
 

What Are We Aiming At?

       What Are We Aiming At?

 What is it one is aiming at?

And what the means?

Is it utopian to think about?

What is involved?

Such questions asked and answered as the road resolves.

Most times the answers overlap – in fact, each step

The coinciding

Of events and chance

So often and so many, they bring unforeseen abundance!

 

Means and goal, a little list:

Clarity, transparency,

Ethics and morality;

Fondness of simplicity,

Liking, warmth and care;

Focus and awareness

Of yourself – your faults and gifts.

The means to sift through both

And tackle, challenge, intercept,

Take responsibility for; respect, accept, correct;

To form belief

And follow through.

It’s hard to let a shape come through you

Like a leitmotif;

A thread that is the real you,

That you were born to find, to be and do.

 

What is it that we’re aiming at?

Guess with boldness:

Happiness and peace, of course,

A course of life that’s conquered stress

Made easy by

The depth inside.

Become its bride.

What Are We Aiming At? 5.9.2018 Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

Washing Over

         Washing Over 

I wash the brain with peace,

Synapse to sleepy synapse.

Themes may change from day to day,

The mind and will working that way. Today,

It’s peace – a motif that I never ‘got’.

I’m one step nearer, sensing it.

Behavior freer, talk a bit…

I’m more polite, considerate.

Something’s taking ‘way the shit

That usually rolls around as chaos;

Something near to paradise’s

Innermost best aspect peace, is

Uppermost. I use this basis

For my practice,

Imaging, imagining, examining,

Pretending, willing…

All that matters is the stilling

Followed by activity that does some good.

(What I wish is that it would).

Meanwhile, I am smiling more and more.

This ‘peace wash’ must be working.

Washing Over /My Newest Trick) 2.23.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

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