Strangely, “After Coffee" was written after I’d woken and written “Bored with Myself”, which simply confirms my theory that we are more chemically driven than we think.
I’d had a pneumonia vaccine shot yesterday afternoon, and during the night experienced symptoms I’d never had before - all during a night’s intended sleep: hip or sciatic pain, sharp and nagging, 2 bouts of dizziness, general joint pain. Nag, nag, nag1. Awful. And when I woke from this ‘awful’ night’s sleep, I was unmotivated, unable to connect with my inner self. Awful.
I could suddenly sympathise with the poor souls who take drugs or those who have chronic depression.
:
After Coffee
After coffee energy!
Phenomenal!
A marvel, really!
Creativity, originality come forth
From south and north,
East and west,
As if the brain knew best
What stretches under.
What a wonder!
After coffee clarity!
A sharpness present
Where transparency is formed
And shown by honesty, directness,
Plain outspokenness,
A kind of innocence and guilessness.
After coffee: not for all.
For those who benefit –
Well, have a ball!
It might release a core essential.
Finer than you ever knew.
After Coffee 8.20.2020 Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
Bored With Myself
Thoughts, ideas repetitive:
They all feel done and writ;
Not un-creative, yet,
Should one continue writing
Poetry or prose-try, the same old set-up,
Corwin’s format?
It feels as if I’ve said it all,
Ahead of all,
The tragedy and beauty
Side by side,
Observing changes far and wide
Outside, inside this body, brain.
I feel drained.
Yet now, this minute and this moment,
Are what is, one has (“one” being me).
I wait and see,
Functioning as seconds tick,
For tucked away is optimism.
What an oxymoron!
Nothing to say,
But writing anyway
Bored With Myself 8.20.2020 Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Experience; (new collection) Circling Round The Universal; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 