Out This Week: Circling Round Yoga, Science, War & Cats

Circling Round Yoga, Science, War & Cats By Arlene Corwin 4 poetry collections in one.
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Ms Corwin:”In Circling Round Yoga, I’ve circled around varieties of yoga by including such subjects as recipes, thoughts about cooking, meditative reflections and recommendations, direct, unsystematic, and definitely incomplete; recommendations for getting rid of loneliness: ideas that circle around the diverse paths of yoga.
In Circling Round Science it was hard to draw a line between the intuitive, the spiritual, the philosophic and the scientific…
War Book is self-explantory. It’s anti-.
And finally Cat Book, a collections of lovingly unsentimental observations of the only cats I’ve known: Sootis and Albert, who were and are more than a mice eliminating part of my life”

A Cat Is A Most Polite Animal 1995

A Cat Is A Most Polite Animal


There he lies at the foot of my bed.

Here I sit as I write at its head:

Papers strewn, bits here, scraps there.

He never crinkles, wrinkles, tears,

Only getting, every now and then

An urge to lunge… at

Flies in summer, whizzing gnats.

He never crushes objects near, it being clear

Cats are polite and delicate –

Tasteful and the perfect gymnast:

Olga Corbut of the bed.

I ought to tap my deeper thoughts –

The ones with bolts – the ones with nuts.

It’s reddening that one can only

Talk of cats.

He’s just a cat!

But I am filled with admiration.

Not just wonder: admiration!

I admire you, oh cat – respect you!

And this feeling makes me fuller, nicer –

All in all, enhancing slices [of a life],

By thimblefuls.

What do you think of that, oh cat?

You don’t care.

That’s what’s so nice.

My life’s enhanced.  You dream of mice.


A Cat Is A Most Polite Animal .9.14 .1995

Circling Round Nature; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Night Scout 2013

Night Scout


Night scout

On the lookout,

Furtive, feigning,


Albert C. Spy

Of the loftiest order,

Gazing out over

And onto his world:

Bushes, trees,

Birdhouse, lawn,

Hedges, ledges, the stones:

His domain.

Taking stock,

Sizing up in the night,

Silent scout,



Night Scout 5.24.2013

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Wandering Around In My Mind 2013

Wandering Around My Mind


Sitting comfortably:

32 inch white TV;



Freezing folk, surviving, thriving;

Minus thirty centigrade.

Nomads sixty looking ninety,

Tending goat kids tenderly,

While watching out for

Predators: cats big as tigers.


Albert Cat is lying licking,

Right leg sticking

Over sofa like a king,

No bird of prey to worry him,

No giant scary cat to fear;

Not understanding what he’s got,

Not cognizant about his lot deluxe

And what it means;

Contrast between cats and screens,

Life’s brevity,

The prematurely



Here, a revelationary

Sadness: cryptic, specious maybe,

Forcing pen to paper.



Wandering Around My Mind 2.17.2013/4.23.2013

Cat Book; Circling Round Nature; the Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin


Albert The Forgiving 2013

Albert The Forgiving

He wants to bite.

I wag my finger.

Whining just a bit,

He sits.  I win

This time.

He shambles out, a little

Disappointed cat.

I know exactly ‘where he’s at’,

His psyche visible.

Then, as usual

He’s back

Albert the gentle.

I think that’s incredible!

Albert The Forgiving 3.31.2013

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Spring Energy

Spring Energy


A homely scene;

Coffee in the morning room.

Albert Cat comes in.

Crouching, Albert’s stretched and scratched

A patient couch (that withstands all),

And now, the ultimate & quintessential game of


To throw, be chased, never be fetched.

(He’ll chase & catch, but never fetch.

The thrower (I!) become the fetcher).  Ridiculous!

Then to the door,

A game no more,

He’s out, (thank goodness).


Spring Energy 3.24.2013

Circling Round Nature; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

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Country Life

Country Life


You wouldn’t think much happens here,

But I’m reminded as I write

That drama of the magnitude

Of Shakespeare’s tragedies unite,

Not open to the public.

Frogs are flattened,

Deer are drowned,

Dogs go lost,

Trees are downed –

Magnificent, gigantic things,

Significant beyond their rings.

Fledglings never get to fly,

Snakes are dropped from out the sky.

Desperate bees glassed-in in pain,

Looking, never finding ‘out’ –

You’d never guess

That in the neat and cared-for grass

The cat that sleeps here as I write

Becomes the reaper of the night –

A Jack the Ripper, skilled and heartless

Stalking, lurking, lurching –

Never dream that cosmic struggles

Make their place right here

Where battlegrounds and contests jeer

At life’s apparent concord.

Country life –

The quiet life

Where nothing seems to happen;

Let me tell you…


Country Life 9.7.2004

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

The Most Natural One Of Us (In The House) 2012

The Most Natural One of Us (In The House)


The most natural one of us

In the house

Is Albert Cat.

When lengthened days of May

Manipulate his melatonic ways

And night sings

“Come to me my melatonic baby”,

He succumbs,

Coming through his door

At four,

(that’s right, that’s 4a.m. at night)

For Cat’s Delite,

At which a.m.

He joins Ms Corwin in

The bed.



                 to-work ethos,



                                         snacks club,

No member of the ‘idle hands

Make-devil’s-work  society,

He follows days circadiant,

His nature conflict-free.  At ease. 

He spends no years in therapy

Spending his money or monies.

Nah, the most nah-tural of us

In this or any house

Is he.



The Most Natural One of Us 5.21.2012

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin



Do You Know You’re Three Today? 2012

Do You Know That You’re Three Today?


Do you know that you’re three today?

Three and free, you have inhabited

Planet Earth just twelve times three.

Not much really.

Eyes that look at us are yellow or

They’re black, depending

On your mood. You’ve grown.

You know a lot,

Developed fears, developed confidence

And habits, signals,

Even sound that sounds like words

Which we’ve begun to grasp.

You’re changing everyday.

And still we worry-

Are we doing what we ought to do?

What’s right for you?

You’re handsome, graceful, smart.

You give so much without a forethought

Or an effort.

Just to watch you makes us cry.

Happy Birthday Albert –

Even though

You’ve no

idea it is.


Do You Know You’re Three Today? 5.6.2012

Cat Book: Birthday Book;

Arlene Corwin


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