Arlene Corwin Poetry

Below is a quote from an reply to a devoted as well as cleverly critical, poetically interested ‘pen pal’ who, now and again tells me that she doesn’t understand (let alone agree with) what I’ve written.
“…It’s just that I think philosophically, my mind working analytically. It seems to like that. There’s no emotion behind it, just an aptitude for turning the abstract into the concrete…”

The older I get the more I understand that I not only write with words but about words.

Life Autobiographical

Mind leaning toward the analytical, the philosophical,
Locomotion free of any e-motion,
Aptitude pragmatic
Which seeks the concrete, sees the concrete
In the abstract.

God created words –
And that I seem to worship;
Not with knowledge or intention
But with apprehension’s grasp of things
Beyond description, undefined:
The days’s description of my mind.

Autobiographical, we all,
Consciously or not,
It is the brainwaves’ secret plot
To foster self transparency;
No conspiracy, but gift
That sifts through dross,
Through win and loss,
Through scrap untrue
(the garbage we collect)
Selecting what is worthy, true
To polish and refine the You.

So here I am,
On Saturday, the twenty-eighth
Of August, twenty twenty-one,
The writing done
For now.“…
Life Autobiographical 8.2.2021 Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Below is a quote from an reply to a devoted as well as cleverly critical, poetically interested ‘pen pal’ who, now and again tells me that she doesn’t understand (let alone agree with) what I’ve written.
“…It’s just that I think philosophically, my mind working analytically. It seems to like that. There’s no emotion behind it, just an aptitude for turning the abstract into the concrete…”

The older I get the more I understand that I not only write with words but about words.

Mind leaning toward the analytical, the philosophical,
Locomotion free of any e-motion,
Aptitude pragmatic
Which seeks the concrete, sees the concrete
In the abstract.

God created words –
And that I seem to worship;
Not with knowledge or intention
But with apprehension’s grasp of things
Beyond description, undefined:
The days’s description of my mind.

Autobiographical, we all,
Consciously or not,
It is the brainwaves’ secret plot
To foster self transparency;
No conspiracy, but gift
That sifts through dross,
Through win and loss,
Through scrap untrue
(the garbage we collect)
Selecting what is worthy, true
To polish and refine the You.

So here I am,
On Saturday, the twenty-eighth
Of August, twenty twenty-one,
The writing done
For now.“…
Life Autobiographical 8.2.2021 Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin