Arlene Corwin Poetry

 I ‘know’ a man who writes like a dream; fine poetry, deep, erudite - but suffering. Oh, how he suffers in his verse!  And so, I felt myself forced to reply in kind - my kind.
 I start off by quoting one of his weaker adjectival descriptions and base my response on his picture of life.

Verse To An Unhappy Person

Man is ‘weak’ but man is strong!
The ego always plans to stay,
But strengths and insights
Can and want to rule the day.

Do not dream, do not desire.
Aspire to maturity, the spirit’s liberty.
Leave childhood memories behind.
Continue climbing into mind
Where you will find
The optimistic peace you dearly, daily long for.
Be strong for this.
Its not far off – a kiss away.
You do not want to miss its entry.
Have a nice and healthful day!

Verse To An Unhappy Person 5.11.2020/renamed, revised 5.12.2021 Circling Round Experience; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

I ‘know’ a man (if one can ‘know’ anyone on a Mac) who writes like a dream; fine poetry, deep, erudite – but suffering. Oh, how he suffers in his verse! And so, I felt myself forced to reply in kind – my kind.
I start off by quoting one of his weaker adjectival descriptions and base my response on his picture of life.

Reply To An Unhappy Verse

Man is ‘weak’ but man is strong!
The ego always plans to stay,
But strengths and insights
Can and want to rule the day.
So do not dream, do not desire.
Aspire to maturity, the spirit’s liberty.
Leave childhood memories behind.
Continue on with climbing into mind
Where you, dear * will find
The optimistic peace you dearly, daily long for,
So be strong for this.
Its not far off – a kiss away.
You do not want to miss its entry.
Have a nice and healthful day!
Reply To An Unhappy Verse 5.11.2020 Circling Round Experience; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Sometimes one’s just overwhelmed by this reminder.

All Living Things Love Life II

Written many moons ago;
Writ by life-observer poets;
Scribbbled scrutinies and comments;
Detailed now on TV shows:
Perils menacing or imminent;
Calloused killings of the other,
That despite all men are brothers;
Pain or dread;
The many dead.
Frog, fly, ant
Stepped, crushed without stop or conscience –
Well, what can one say!
Living things that pant for breath
Robbed of air from man to plant.
Air, the global element,
Constituent shared by us all:
And still
We kill.
Implausible! Impossible! But actual
This second as thought formulates;
Loved beings each transported
To a valueless oblivion.
We watch offhandedly,
Or helpless, mourn.

All Living Things Love Life II 5.11.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Sometimes one’s just overwhelmed by this reminder.

All Living Things Love Life II

Written many moons ago;
Writ by life-observer poets;
Scribbbled scrutinies and comments;
Detailed now on TV shows:
Perils menacing or imminent;
Calloused killings of the other,
That despite all men are brothers;
Pain or dread;
The many dead.
Frog, fly, ant
Stepped, crushed without stop or conscience –
Well, what can one say!
Living things that pant for breath
Robbed of air from man to plant.
Air, the global element,
Constituent shared by us all:
And still
We kill.
Implausible! Impossible! But actual
This second as thought formulates;
Loved beings each transported
To a valueless oblivion.
We watch offhandedly,
Or helpless, mourn.

All Living Things Love Life II 5.11.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

PS 5.9.2021I’ve done the whole thing over: punctuation, syntax – all to make it clearer to the reader – and you. See if it makes a difference.

I’ve been taking this apart & putting it together umpteen eleven times, unsure of what I was aiming at, unsure of my attitude and what I was saying. Finally, it itself formed my conclusion. Ah, the creative power of poetry.

Fragments Of Energy II

Fragments of energy, forces of power;
Distance illusory… near, here or far.
So much is theory, notion, idea.
Is God really God,
We, the peas in an almighty near and far pod?
Is the mixture a mishmash but all-of-a-one:
Unified fractals* that make up the fun,
Snowflake or buttercup, echoing bird.
Re-stated everywhere – here, now and every ‘there’?
(Look up the word)*
Clusters or clutter, matter plucked,
Plunked down with order;
A concert in motion, a symphonic One.
Part of the order of earth, moon and sun.
All of a fragment with no counted number,
Each of us members In atom toned embers.

In some sort of incomprehensible way,
One is glad to be
Even a fleck of those fragments of energy.
Fragments Of Energy II 5.9.2021 Circling Round Science; Nature; Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

*fractal; a curve or geometrical figure, each part of which has the same statistical character as the whole. They are useful in modelling structures (such as snowflakes) in which similar patterns recur at progressively smaller scales, and in describing partly random or chaotic phenomena such as crystal growth and galaxy formation.

I’ve been taking this apart & putting it together umpteen eleven times, unsure of what I was aiming at, unsure of my attitude and what I was saying. Finally, it itself formed my conclusion. Ah, the creative power of poetry.

Fragments Of Energy

Fragments of energy!
Forces of power!
Distance illusory…
Near, here or far!
God really God,
We peas in an almighty near and far pod!
Mixture, a mishmash, but one;
Fractals all over that make up the fun:
(Look up the word).
Snowflake or buttercup, echoing bird.
Re-stated everywhere
Here, now and every ‘there’.

Clusters and clutter,
Matter plucked, plunked down with order;
A concert in motion; a symphonic One.
Part of the order of earth, moon and sun;
Part of a fragment with no counted number;
Each of us members
In atom toned embers.
Ah, glad to be
That bit of the fabulous
Fragments of energy!

Fragments Of Energy 5.8.2021 Circling Round Science; Nature; Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

To those of you who know about my seven fingers. (It’s just a whim that makes me write this, hoping that t’s good poetry, that’s all.)

 What I Cannot Do: To Date…

Zip up zippers; hold a glass;
Unscrew caps sealed, fused or plastic.
I’m begun to keep a list
To check what’s missing, missed and lost.
There must be hundreds I will run across –
Beyond the bounds of possibility,
Unfeasible and unattainable.

Climbing into shower or tub is easy,
Getting into places ‘squeezy’
Can be handled (but not ‘hand’-led).
I find other means uncovered.
I’ve discovered mouth and tongue,
The art of ways to stretch and hang
My clothes on hangers;
Knots and bows and ways to share
Each strand of hair
So that each hair is neat and pretty.

I can tweeze my brows,
Clip all small toenails wobbly held.
There is a problem with the cold;
Day/night, room/room –
Temperatures not temperate.
Dust and stuff too disparate.

Vacuuming is hard to deal with,
That’s the time to steel myself,
No matter how it feels.;
Knife and fork can be a hinder.
Clumsy, tender, the best boon
Can often be a bowl and spoon.
(not in public where chagrin
Would soon persuade me to constrain;
(Which shows a vanity devoid of training).

Anyway, and without straining
I grow stronger,
Lists grow longer.
Things I cannot do to date
Will train my patience while I wait for
Only goodness knows, for what!

What I Cannot Do: To Date 5.7.2021 Circling Round More Experience II; Arlene Nover Corwin

To those of you who know about my seven fingers. (It’s just a whim that makes me write this, hoping that t’s good poetry, that’s all.)

 What I Cannot Do To Date…

Zip up zippers; hold a glass;
Unscrew caps sealed, fused or plastic.
I’m begun to keep a list
To check what’s missing, missed and lost.
There must be hundreds I will run across –
Beyond the bounds of possibility,
Unfeasible and unattainable.

Climbing into shower or tub is easy,
Getting into places ‘squeezy’
Can be handled (but not ‘hand’-led).
I find other means uncovered.
I’ve discovered mouth and tongue,
The art of ways to stretch and hang
My clothes on hangers;
Knots and bows and ways to share
Each strand of hair
So that each hair is neat and pretty.

I can tweeze my brows,
Clip all small toenails wobbly held.
There is a problem with the cold;
Day/night, room/room –
Temperatures not temperate.
Dust and stuff too disparate.

Vacuuming is hard to deal with,
That’s the time to steel myself,
No matter how it feels.;
Knife and fork can be a hinder.
Clumsy, tender, the best boon
Can often be a bowl and spoon.
(not in public where chagrin
Would soon persuade me to constrain;
(Which shows a vanity devoid of training).

Anyway, and without straining
I grow stronger,
Lists grow longer.
Things I cannot do to date
Will train my patience while I wait for
Only goodness knows, for what!

What I Cannot Do: To Date 5.7.2021 Circling Round More Experience II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Day’s Word of Love: Encourage

Waking up this morning,
Husband telling me how loved I am;
Emails that they loved my poem,
FB Likes or Comments warm:
Other sources much the same,
Wondering what it really means to be encouraged,
What was it a gauge of?

Does it cheer, uplift, spur, motivate?
Support, endorse and stimulate?
Vitalize, invigorate?
I suddenly began to see the processes
Simply, without self-importance;
Rather, self-effacement’s sense.

Every compliment a nudge,
The second and prime syllable…’courage’;
To become that slight bit bolder,
Keep on going as you are;
That although of insignificance, are star
To shine and build the other.

Courage as a term of hope;
’En’courage as the rope that binds
To form the confidence to carry on:
I’d found the answer to my question.

Day’s Word of Love;: Encourage 5.7.2021 Circling Round Experience; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round The Universal; Arlene Nover Corwin

To all my cat loving friends: (I’m sure I’ve left some out – in which case, SORRY!)

   Albert Cat, Eleven!  🐈

Albert Cat will celebrate
Eleven feline years to date:
Eleven years on this good planet,
His food planet,
Perfect for a house cat!

We, his owners, cat food donors
See to it that he is cat-isfied;
Yellow/red, a golden brown,
He cannot smile and cannot frown.
A facial calm in place the whole day’s time.

Commonest of purry furries,
Albert Cat is still, to us
Unique, well-dressed, e’en glamorous.
Though his purry, furry self is modest
He is famous in our house.
He never, ever kills a mouse.
He simply watches, sits and stares;
Leaves the birds to eat their seeds.
While they see him. They know his needs,
They know he’s there.
It is his lovely golden hair!

Happy Birthday, Albert Cat!
We’re glad you honour us
With your existence.
Flattered that our residence
Suits you.

Albert Cat, Eleven 5.6.2021 Cat book II; Arlene Nover Corwin