Arlene Corwin Poetry

             I Keep Writing

I keep writing.

Keep communicating,

Keep commiserating,

Not berating

The who rule – are even cruel;

Mind a channel and canal

From higher drives than the banal.

No saintly motives certainly,

No angel, me.

Avoiding self-conceit, the counterfeit,

Just letting writing’s drive win out.

To float the boat of human spirit.

Concerned with benefiting it,

Its underflow.

And how do I, the author know?

Because when put aside, read afterward,

There is no pride, no sense of good.

Just there, a theme from sitting where

A page is sometimes sage

And kind, the writing shined to some perfection.

So, professing fun and love,

Carved from talents from above,

Conditioned like a kind of Pavlov,

I keep writing

To a public never seen

From a hidden, obscure wellspring,

Writing vows but  to the ‘now’ 

And no self-gloating holier-than-thou.

I Keep Writing 9.26.2018 The Processes: Creative; Thinking Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin