Arlene Corwin Poetry

This was written in two minutes, two minutes ago, the bolt of lightening hitting as I was doing hand laundry.

The Princess & The Pea 2020

Since my operation, I mean amputation
I’ve become the princess & the pea:
A whole set of new formed, framed sensitivity,
Plus a set pf parts I cannot feel.
Forever reeling with the adaptation,
Realising all life is but adaptation –
And perhaps adoption of the new.

Bare feet and I feel every crumb.
Two knuckles barely touched
And I am numb,
No more the nimble fingered
I was used to from
The decades prior.

Poor princess! Now I know
Why she goes down in history,
Fairy tale no airy tale: reality.

Time will pass
And more will happen.
Whether it will be ‘Alas’
And I the captive,
Or a brand new happiness
I cannot prophecy.
But by and by
The pea may liquify
And dry, and I,
A princess only.

The Princess & The Pea 2020 4.30.2020 Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

It’s 4:40am wakened, wide awake . Therein, lie cycles all thei own – neither nocturnal nor diurnal but somewhere in the middle. And working on a level of acuteness, phrases, insights, images, I catch hold of one or the other and begin to write…
To Be Read & Spread

One wants one’s output
To be read & spread: remembered,
Often wondering why the need.
Reflection shows renown to be
Illusory.
It’s quality one wants to share,
The DNA determining
The factor in this factory.

It isn’t air, nor intellected-mind of self,
The body or the pelf.*
You’ve learned to know
It’s neither ego
Nor seeds sprouted by conditions,
But a passion to pass on to generations
What was high inside the low, the mediocre.

At long last you’ve found an answer.
One more sensibility
That makes most sense In some abstract and senseless way.
Unexplainable, you’ve tried,
Not knowing why,
This gift of instinct pushing daily.

We copulate to procreate.
The writer’s urge is surge enough:
A procreating in creating.
Whew, one’s coughed it up at last.
Laughed because
One’s found an answer in-the-rough.
Hah!

To Be Read & Spread 4.28.2020 the Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

*pelf; money

Today’s didactic insight: just happened to hear the phrase ‘the sin of pride’ this morning. So here:

The Sin Of Pride

I heard the phrase: it froze, was glued.
First thought: What’s sin?
The second: what is pride?

A sin is when you miss the mark,
(Connected to self- condemnation –
Sadly, to iniquity )
Pride is when you’ve chosen wrongly,
Guided by a mostly falsely high opinion
Of oneself and one’s importance.

Yet we use it as a virtue,
Nurture as if it were good;
Pride in country, children, kin..
Fact: exclusion and restriction;
Leaving out, elimination;,
Failing to include oneself as sinful,
Ignorant and rude.

Reality contains the certitude
That we are all a family
With variations in the tree:
Tendency and quality, person, personality.
None is better or more worthy –
(one more fancy theory).

We’ve all filled with invasive traits:
“All-inclusive” like the place.
Different nose, different face,
Different color, difference race;
Talents more or less intense;
On the fence;
Misrepresented.

Pride: to swap for modesty,
A lack of vanity,
The ever growing insight that we
All are everyone and nobody.

The Sin Of Pride 4.26.2020 Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Good Ethic (a)

We have to have good leaders
Upright, ethical.
Leaders who, role models all,
Rather than distort the word
Would, if a situation called
Fall on the situation’s sword.

Tidal waves, cracks in the earth,
Lava, outbreaks at our teeth,
Pre-set, present, hard to say,
What’s needed to de-threat
Probabilities that link mortality:
A changed morality,
And from the start, start
Well before calamity
Starts rumbling.

It can’t, does not take much to just not cheat.
Susceptible, corruptible, unreachable
Can suddenly become impeachable.
Bleating, leaders,
Grumpy, tweeting…
Ought not take much to delete
A leader’s grumbling, tweeting, bleat.

A man of trust is what we need;
Whose only beads come not from gods
But from a creed of noble hearts.
The Good Ethic 4.25.2020 Defiant Doggerel; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Good Ethic (b)

We need, must have good leaders
Upright, ethical.
Leaders who, role models all,
Rather than distort the word
Would, if a situation called
Fall on the situation’s sword.

Tidal waves, cracks in the earth,
Lava, outbreaks at our teeth,
Pre-set, present, hard to say,
What’s needed to de-threat
The probabilities that link mortality
Is changed morality,
And from the start, start
Well before calamity
Starts rumbling.

It can’t, does not take much to just not cheat.
Susceptible, corruptible, unreachable
Can suddenly become impeachable.
Bleating, leaders; grumpy, tweeting…
Ought not take much to delete
A leader’s grumbling, tweeting, bleat.

A man of trust is what we need;
Whose only beads come not from God
But from a creed of noble heart.
Simply defined and hard to find
We miss the ethical of mind.
The Good Ethic 4.25.2020 Defiant Doggerel; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Seeing Through New Eyes

Seeing through new eyes,
Unearthing actualities
Through forms of art realities.

Through similarities containing the sublime
Outside of time and Time:
(One mortal, one immortal)
Both a portal into in-sights prone and prime.

Spontaneous, laborious –
In stone, song, sanity or madness;
Canvas, paper, wood or mantras
Seen or heard, each meaning
Landing in the land of understanding
And enchant-meant.

Grounded in interpretation:
Wafting through the air
As if our sight and ear
Could smell* the lair where
Truth and art abide,
Perhaps collide in atoms.

These we welcome
With new-vested eyes,
To praise and prize
The few days we all live.
Seeing Trough New Eyes 4.16.2020 To Thee Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
*sight and ear could smell; an oxymoron

Comments:
“Beautifully tackled & penned from a deep space”
“Original and inspiring. Yes, writing throws one into places in the mind that are, if one can say, exploratory in new ways.”

The Essential It

More refined and more defined:
The essential ‘It’ still growing.
One can’t know this
Unless —
One looks back with two ‘eyes’ anew
When suddenly, no instantly
What was approved
Now begs to be removed
Because one’s changed and different.
Hard to put one’s finger on, but altered.
So revision and reshaping is in order.

One refines,
Remakes mistakes
Although the stakes are low
For you’ve no place to go, your work also.
You write well but you never sell.

The new is fun.
For instance, one’s
Mistakenly typed in placebo.
One’s been given someplace new to go,
Refined and new defined the artist.

The Essential It 4.23.2020 The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Chance To Think

Are there yes sides to this no?
Positives to gloomy undergoings
Constructive and/or optimistic?
Does an epidemic
Give us chance to think in old/new ways;
Finding stamina in older days
When lamps were lit by kerosene,
The sky showed stars un-intervened.

The earth still turned
But we were tuned to simpler chords;
Gasoline not on the scene, not yet a means.
Bicycles were slower, still you got there using
Legs and pedals.
Shopping was without credentials;

True, phenomena have cycles,
Progress unavoidable.
Dancing and romancing were, well,
Always there, play fundamental;
Kids not going blind screen frontal.
Polar bears had ice and fish,
Nourished by an undiminished mass;

Rhinos grew. Gorillas too.
Tusks remained on elephants,
And oil had not been discovered.
There was nothing to dismantle,
Diggings had no big machines that hovered,
Earth not being emptied clean.
Things took time.

Pandemics then. Have always been:
Famine and fertility.
Perhaps the globe has need to preen,
When f baser forces overwhelm:
Archives, sagas point that way.
But this is now – which one day
Will be ‘days of old’,
Untold events there to unfold
New lessons, with the few who understand
Extracting gold,
Fathoming that speed & comfort
Always lead to new discomfort.

In a nutshell:
Maybe it is good to wait:
Good to throw good deeds at fate.
Not belittle or equate
The freight and weight of ways gone by;
Underrate, eradicate the days gone by
To bring the good of what was ‘little’ up-to-date!

A Chance To Think 4.21.2020 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Experience; Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The many advantages of being a poet: 📖🖋📚📙📕🖊and finally,💕

I Love You More & More

What can be the meaning of
A “more & more” in love?
Broader, deeper,
More expensive – cheaper?
A fun concept upon which to dwell.
Does love swell? Ah, well,
There’s a thought!

A man who reads my poetry
Said that to me.
He hardly know this girl, hmm..lady,
Writer, woman, human.
Yet a poem evokes what it evokes.
Connoting anger, madness, lust & pathos…
Every idea on the globe
And further into universes,
All the connotations endless.

So, “i love you more and more”
Will be well stored cerebrally.
Not physically, nor sentiment-emotionally.
No, “more & more” will have more value than
Repeating schmaltzy rhymes again:
Like,
“Roses red, violets blue,
Sugar sweet, so are you”
This “more & more”
Is gloriously philosophical
And much more valuable
Than all the corn of yesteryear,
Being nearer to the real.

And so I thank you more and more
For thinking, saying ‘more & more*
Good wishes, and sincerely,
Arlene Nover CORwin.
I Love You More & More 4.20.2020 Love Relationships II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Moment Of Now

The moment of now
Can never be repeated;
Never come as, why, and how
It did.

To be used
It must be used for what it is,
For what it is, is without price
To use, up to the hilt, and dealt
With live, a life improvisation.

As for influences:
You imbibe them round the clock;
That is to say, you soak them up non-stop,
And by your preferences,
Confer on population near
Around the clock, non-stop,
Effects and influences till you drop.

As influencer, everyday aware
That you are kindling’s scintilla —
The tiny spark that fires up the furthest star,
Let what you’re conscious of become
The constant one you are.

The moment’s measurement
Is infinitely small;
It cannot be defined at all.
One can just drink it in;
The never-ending, golden link
That bends and anchors then to now.
The Moment Of Now 4.14.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Time II; Arlene Nover Corwin

One of those not-so-often reflections.

When Joy Leaves
When joy leaves, what steps in?
Nature doesn’t love a vacuum –
Almost never leaves a vacuum.
When joy leaves
Rampant listlessness of mind takes over*
And a person by the name of Nover is observer.
Paucity so strange and foreign
Doesn’t doesn’t really want that thing – that joyless thing
To put the mind, spine, neck to swing
(As in the concept ‘noose’’).
When shorn or torn from mind-set,
Sleeplessness replacing it,
The active peace hard to get back
Unless one has provided self
With some kind of a silent frame
With any kind of name, (though lame) for comfort –
Times when happiness has left its home inside your heart,
It’s but to wait it out,
To find again the peaceful state
With gentle and unsentimental will
To stillness.

When Joy Leaves 4.9.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
*rempant listlessness; an oxymoron