Alice Is In Wonderland

   Alice Is In Wonderland

Alice got sick.

A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.

Don’t know how, don’t know why,

(We never know how, why we’ll die).

Bad and sad for doggies

And for those who hold them dear.

The vet urged she be put to sleep –

It had gone far.

It went in seconds. Not a peep

From Alice, just one beat, a bleep

And she was gone;

A little soul taken in hand

By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.

Alice is in Wonderland.


Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Outside A Day In May

         Sitting Outside A Day In May 


I find myself not only wondering [but]

Thirsting, needing to know when and how they died, [but]

Thoughts or suffering or not: in short,

The state before and during…


I observe a skin that’s wrinkling,

Drying out and shrinking,

Hear and spy a bird in tree,

See the freshness, spring’s new growth,

The only thing I really see is death, a passing.


I allow myself my breaths,

The moods, desires –

All that goes along,

Forgetting for the most part.


Deep down I see the buds of parting

And an emptiness because

I have no answers.

All that I can do is wait and act and meditate

As if life equaled all time-in-the-world.


Every year in spring

I find I’m writing,

Charting age unconsciously,

Literally marking time.


Not sad, not glad but emptier

Than years before,

(or maybe more).

Noticing, acknowledging a substance;

The substantial underlying all the grandeur.


Sitting Outside A Day In May 5.21.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin



Nature Takes Its Toll

        Nature Takes Its Toll

        (A Wisdom In The Nuances)

The funniest – not ‘ha’ – of all is toll.

A charge, a payment, tax, a levy.

Then it’s said,

“The toll of injured and the dead”…

Tollfor number, count, list, tally,


“The toll on the environment… was high”

Toll: harm, or damage, loss, cost, penalty.


Toll résumé of all life’s businesses,

The processes of is-ing;

Summary encapsulating

The inevitable, unavoidable,

Fixed, fated, destined

And uncertain.


Nature Takes Its Toll 3.6.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin



Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying for You

                 Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You

If he’d known

The world would mourn his passing,

Would he have overdosed on heroin?

How much self-love does it take

To break the habit?

Would you grab it, if you could?

I think I would.

Even kids and wife

Can’t make that change in life:

The skid, the slide,

The gliding down and down

And even more…

Until you’re on the floor,

A needle in your arm,

Unconscious of your heart’s alarm

Whispering “Stop

– or else your time is up!”


SPH, you never knew

They’d mourn your passing

As they’re doing.

That it would cry: the bylines, headlines

Sounding, bounding, ‘round the world in living print.

If you’d been more intuitive, more self in-touch, less self-indulgent,

Drugs might have been out-of

Thought and need, thought and greed, but…

Habit feeds on thought

And you were caught.

And so,

We throw

No stones at windows,

Even if and though

We know the world will not cry at our passing.

We’ll mourn

And learn.


Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014

Special People, Special Occasions; Small Stories Book; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

God Bless You Mr. Ferrer

Coming home, turning on the Mac, tuning in the radio, expecting to see, hear the installation of the President-elect, I read instead “Miguel Ferrer Is Dead”. Priority is clear. Dear Mr Ferrer takes precedence.

         God Bless You Mr. Ferrer

God bless you Mr. Ferrer

Wherever you are.

‘My Father’s house – many a mansion’:

That you’re somewhere I am certain.

One remembers José powerful as Cyrano.

Now we shall remember you;

Compelling, formidable in your roles,

You unintentionally stole the roles

Becoming one with each.

And one is sad!   Nigh inconsolable!

Sixty-one! So young these days!

No phrase of admiration, value and esteem can reach you,

Few can match you, rate you high enough.

And I, engulfed in loss,

No grading high enough

Shall miss you.


God Bless You Mr. Ferrer 1.20.2017

Special People, Special Occasions; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

He Never Did Believe

He never did believe in God –

Just couldn’t.

He went yesterday.

I hope he faded, simply faded,

Fell asleep pain free, thought free

And no anxiety.

I never preach.

I cannot teach,

But feel some It does reach us all

According to capacities,

The faculty through faculties,

Our capabilities.


Belief or not –

Life’s crux takes care,

Taking generations through –

To rid the self of doubt,

Of frailty and flaw.


There’s force out there

Before the stars,

Before the universes

And our cares.


He never did believe

Or even contemplate the reasons why.

It’s all okay.

It has its reasons reasoning

Beyond the sky and comprehension.


He Never Did Believe 12.11.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II; God Book II;

Arlene Corwin

(to Å)






A wrinkle

Unfamiliar, new!

Wake up to pee,

Pass by the mirror, view

A me

That spies an eye –

A wrinkle,

And I die of incredulity.

Error? Nature?

Nature makes not one mistake.

God’s perplexing statement

Echoing the undebated:

Meshing networks predetermined,

Making one think twice,


To fateful fact and fact-ful fate

That body dies

Sooner or later.

Hard to swallow,

Say a yes to.


Can choose?

Not me, now you.

Inevitable and incredible!


Incredible! 12.10.2016

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Aging; Nature In & Of Reality; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin


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