Arlene Corwin Poetry

Running Out Of Thoughts #2 (revised)
I’m trying hard to not believe
The thoughts I have:
They can be nasty, wrong.
Paradoxically, moronic.
They are not the me I know.
(or me as far as I can see)
Out of words, out of thoughts.
This war has left me with dry noughts.
Revengeful, frightened, threatened, bland;
And, and, and, and, and… disbanded.
All that I can apprehend is building up & breaking up,
Underpinnings, under-linings breaking down.
However systematic and complex the time,
It’s all a construct: time’s delusion;
Momentary, wherefore
Nothing is forever.
Let what is, albeit temporary
Be in harmony,
Thought and expressed as unity.
(Well, at least some thought’s come back
The neuron mind not wholly slack.)
Running Out Of thoughts 3.24.2022 War Book; Our Times, Our Culture II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin