My Unconventional Life

      My Unconventional Life

     (to be continued, surely)


Awake with something wholly different on my mind:

That darned poetic drive

With its machinery and striving taking over,

Skin-deep first, reasoned second, (wisdom in),

Rhyme and meter; fun as fun,

Scholar sage replacing age.


I’ve become a Pavlov’ dog.

Wake up,

A  milky coffee cup,

Some vitamins ingested.

Nightgown dressed, pillow still pressed,

My Siamese twin, a pen and pad;

Ideas suggested

By a phrase I’ve read in bed

Or see on TV right before me:

Put together by a brain that’s mine

And that strange force one can’t define;

Force I cannot find and do not try to –

There, I know through 

Ageing’s power of maturation.


A conglomeration.

One more daily benediction.

An endorsement of support;

A go-aead, thumbs up, a sign of admiration

Coming from a no place in particular.


Day launched, there’ll be some potpourri,

Some medley, miscellany

Gathering as day goes on,

The hours showing what to do;

The ‘whats’ a multitude, the ‘whats’ a few.


So like a Schwarzenegger, 

“I’ll be back” to speak to you

Through word or song or what I’m equal to

That day, that time, that juncture.


My Unconventional Life 11.22.2018 Pure Nakedness II; Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin

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