Arlene Corwin Poetry

           THE DEFINITIVE BOOK 📚

THE DEFINITIVE BOOK

( Or song, face, faith, health, course of action
– a one of a oneness.)

One’s looking for
The final, qualitative book to publish.
Filling hours to swap and switch
A finite, ever growing list
To share without a fear
Of boring far and near…
That is the quest.

Layouts titles, subject matter;
Constitution, character and inner chatter;
Tendencies belonging to the moment
All a hinder and facilitator.

All alone without advice,
Choices umpteen times too many,
One’s in a vice.
And that’s not funny!

Probably and ultimately
There will be some 30 books –
Done alone by one lone cook.
Sounds a fib, a sketchy glib and woolly hoax.
But there it stands: not one page blank;
Some 30 volumes in the bank,
The data base: tweaked, tinkered with in theme and looks,
The same amended poem appearing three completely different years,
Which always brooks the query:
When is work the best can be?
When’s work a unity, totality;
A project unconditionally
Right for me
And all we striving and contriving living.

For instance, this was written
Eighth of June two thousand seven,
Then again two thou- eleven.
Now, two thousand nineteen,
Many years come in between,
And this was found again on scraps;
(it happens that I write on scraps
Hanging round, suddenly or never found).

Definitive may not exist.
So I’ll not make a fist
At something that does not exist,
But take the gist of what I say
And carry on until the day
I have fulfilled my task,
And ready to lie in my casket,
List a practically all done
I just may feel that I have won.

The Definitive Book 2.25.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Yup!

 THE WORLD IS FULL OF WORDS✍️📚THE WORLD IS FULL OF WORDS

The world is full of words.
Words help mind to make connections.
The connections cause reflections
Where reflections cause connections
Shining back to help the mind.

The world is full of rhythms
Going bang, bang, boom –
And suddenly the world’s a drum.

You put the words and drums together,
Out comes humming, drumming verse,
Prose, rosary – God knows what more;
The mind so full; a store
Of ideational eye-dea
Put together and it’s order,
Creativity and power.

The world is full of words
And the words are full of worlds
Absurd and girded up
By clouds and deeds and shields
That build
Upon
The boon
Of unrhymed, well-timed
Tons and tons – and tons more words.

The World Is Full Of Words 2.21.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

     If I Had An Editor🤔✍️📚

If I had an editor outside my self,
Beside my self, my book –
It well, it might look different;
Prettier, more organised, readable, a better font,
With chapters and a bookmark
Sewn and pliant,
Layout starkly more attractive,
Poems easier to get into,
The Corwin world, no matter how obscure,
Would lure and draw you,
Corwin’s world alluring.

It is difficult to work alone,
Be spurred on
By and on one’s own.

One tinkers with the stinkers,
For sometimes the poems are crap,
And only when one’s left them, coming back,
Re-read them
Can one throw away the scrap,
Take out the kernel and begin again.

One might have written one in ninety-one,
Gone back, begun,
And finished with finesse two thousand ten.
There’s just no way of telling when;
Creativeness takes time, has no intent
And knows no end.

So, if I had editor:
An agent, marketer – in short,
Someone with faith and energy and zeal,
That Corwin writing has a keel
Of base stability, validity, nobility and beauty,
Then the opus might look different, right extraordinary.

(In humility, I guess
This ode/hypothesis
Applies
To all and each..
So’s not to preach
I dedicate this bit of fluff
To everyone who writes this stuff).

If I Had An Editor 2.22.2019 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Yup!

 The World Is Full Of Words✍️📚

The world is full of words.
Words help mind to make connections.
The connections cause reflections
Where reflections cause connections
Shining back to help the mind.

The world is full of rhythms
Going bang, bang, boom –
And suddenly the world’s a drum.

You put the words and drums together,
Out comes humming, drumming verse,
Prose, rosary – God knows what more;
The mind so full; a store
Of ideational eye-dea
Put together and it’s order,
Creativity and power.

The world is full of words
And the words are full of worlds
Absurd and girded up
By clouds and deeds and shields
That build
Upon
The boon
Of unrhymed, well-timed
Tons and tons – and tons more words.

The World Is Full Of Words 2.21.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

There’s always more to think about and say.

A ZILLION WAYS TO HEAL YOURSELF✍️💕✍️🙏🗣
🕵️‍♀️
There are a zillion ways to heal yourself.
A zillion ways to strengthen, fortify or kill yourself –
Or add to and renew
The zillion body parts that make up ‘you’.
There are a zillion methods, skills and knacksA
To crack the secrets of the heart, mind, soul
That make and build the whole of you,
Re-shaping both the the outer and the inner
So that in the end, the sinner you is gone,Z
Supplanted by a winner you:
Be it trimmer, more profound, or thinner you.

You’d be amazed if you could glimpse
The person you could come to be
With strategies discovered
With a focussed sample of your body,
Taking in the mind and psyche.
And the secret? If there is one,
It is zooming in – a concentration
Done again, again, again;
A climbing in
As simple as a dimple or a pimple
Void of pus.
(excuse the tasteless ‘pimple’ use)

No smattering of chatter,
This, a formula for
Healthy, strong, pure
Flesh and bone
And every tissue that’s your own.

Not wanting to wear out your eye or ear,
I’ll not list more specific ways right here
But save that for another time;
Another set of words and rhyme.

Take my word for it;
There are a zillion tactics to stay fit.
I work at it when writing, eating, lying, sit,
Move and think,
Working to slow down and heal
The sinking fates of steel that steal
The things, which like the rest of you, I feel.
Stick around. I will return
To tell you more of what I learn or earn
In every phase of all the zillion ways.

A Zillion Ways To Heal Yourself 2.19.2019 Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Seldom examined.

           LOVER AND BELOVED✍️💕

The lover and the lov-ee –
Is there any difference ‘tween the two in any way?
It’s a question that occurred to me this morning
As I was about to start the day.
I have been both.
Each in truth.
I have been loved unqualifiedly,
And I have loved with and without reciprocality.
But never have I looked into the role each play.
If I think philosophically
Or even spiritually
One gives the tools of love for free.

Love shouldn’t have to love me in return.
Of course it hurts to spurn, be spurned,
Be burned, un-yearned for.
Yet, there’s something in love’s definition
Which demands unself-ing self from love’s addiction:
Both ob- and subject unconditional.

You man object to parts or all
Of what I call love and lov-ee.
Love has no ownership, you must agree.
Yet me and you
Will always be
A never disappearing two.
And two must always keep identity.

Be that as it may,
What you would not want for yourself
You ought to want for others:
Friend or foe, brother, lover
Which, in this case is subject, object, project of this little poem.
Love should feel like home, not tomb or catacomb.
Cozy, comfortable and peaceful,
Agreeable, relaxed un-needful, un-deceitful.

I’m thinking, in the end, there should be
Little difference between giving and receiving love,
Each role a wingéd dove
That flies from me to you and you to me.
For free,
as said.

Lover And Beloved 2.16.2019 Love Relationships II; Arlene Nover Corwin