With Nothing To Do But Write

With Nothing To Do But Write

With nothing to do but write,
Each thoughtful phrase meat for a poem,
Poet complains, bemoans,
Explains and mines all inside all: the most uncharted.
Mixed, the means, part talent, intellect and heart.

The daily news a gloomy blues,
Never ceasing – more increasing
As technology, the paradox,
Lets us in on new unearthings;
Archaeology, biology…pandora’s box;
While globally all wears away, the market’s stocks
Leading with war’s abuse,
Self-interest’s greed its useless need.

The poet demonstrates
(note prefix ‘demon’)
Forced to clean the dirt
And by some gene
Explore, reveal the sheen
Of life as blessed in secret.

With Nothing To Do But Write 4.30.2022The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin

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