They were done last night. Finished today, of course. Revised three years later.
All In A Night
How Much of Life…?
How much of life is fear determined?
Wakeful days, the sleeping nights
We know so little of,
Fear when even friends are near,
Invaded, oft pervaded by its ambience,
Its atmosphere –
How to transcend it?
Meta- (Beyond)
Something’s joining us to everything.
You’re breathing in, you’re breathing out –
How does what comes in come about?
‘Tween seen and known, the provable and shown
Is something even genius can’t do more than hint at:
Something meta-.
Breath as tools, breath-excused
Designed to live here in this atmosphere
Extracting, giving, taking,
Driven to survive: a generational archive.
Where, from, and why?
A gift so other souls thrive further.
The Natural Sharer
The natural sharer, makes his information clearer;
Any phrase that he’s afraid may cloud.
He’ll write, correct and trace the awkward
Served upon a silver platter,
He’ll waive the chatter for a word,
Hunt down its root, though
Not giving a hoot for you,
And yet, the sharer must beware,
For he can tire,
Make subject dreary, listener weary,
Sound pedantic, lack in logic.
Bless the poet conjurer
Who’d take you to the strangest lands;
Bless the harbinger, the hands that share
Because the thought is there –
And nothing other.
All In A Night 12.19.2015/re-written9.12.2018 Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin
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