Pull The Plastic From The Sea

     Pull The Plastic From The Sea

 Un-political, no single placard,

Expressing view through rhyme and meter,

This appeal in un-bombastic, modest ways,

It says:

We have to save the planet.


All and you have heard this

Twenty thousand – at the very least –

Repeated so that

You’ve put cotton in your ears,

Forgotten all those many years

Cliché-d, near inappropriate.


And here I sit,

The shit increasing day by day –

This final phase,

Little me in what feels pointless.


Trifling, trivial, inconsequent small

Plastic forks and plastic bags –

They can’t mean much compared to wars.

Why get excited over bags, while cars

Of aging metal fill the holes,

Oils and chemicals kill corals;

Toxins all the rest.


Barring fishing fish for shekels,

Killing off the planet’s whales,

Slaughtering live things with scales,

Things with tails and entrails

I implore you not to put

                                     more plastic

In the growing, unavailable and sickly sea.


Pull The Plastic From The Sea 9.22.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Nature II;

Arlene Corwin

My Yoga Girls

       My Yoga Girls

My yoga girls are over fifty;

Nifty, flexible and strong.

They’ll live a long, long life, I’m sure,

All striving to discover who they are,

Where, what their star,

Their own par-


And special star.


They’re wonderful, their aim my aim.

My yoga girls are reaching

And a reason for my teaching,

It so satisfying and exciting,

Dare I say delighting

And delightful.


We don’t bother with the Sanskrit names,

A game I used to be involved in.

It is yoga in the everyday,

With tools around to play around with

Everywhere, even while watching Wednesday’s matinee.


Table, chair, each surface in the house:

Tub, floor, door, bed –

No jot can stop the focus

For a body use:

All excuses to expand the head,

Find mind in muscle, skin and bone,

Synapse, neuron, hormone.

All alive and full of jive.


When I speak of yoga,

My technique and yoga,

And my little clique of yoga girls

Nothing makes me happier.


My Yoga Girls 3.4.2017

Circling Round Baths II; Circling Round Yoga II; Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin






Fooling Around Or, Every Movement Has A Purpose

Every movement has a purpose

Can be used, but only if you’ve

got the purpose

In your groove,

Your mental groove,

Your mindful groove;

Not thinking about aim or goal

But knowing that you’ve got a tool

Right there.

Attentive, in it!

We pass most minutes all


On the john, hands joined in prayer.


Today in the tub

I used the scrubbing

To focus on weaknesses,

Notice the weaknesses,

Exercise weaknesses,

Cleaning the washcloth

By scraping with fourth,

Then with pinky, then thumb,

Scratching and pushing

At spots as I spied them.


Not for the cleanliness,

But for the fun of fooling around,


And careful

and sound.


Fooling Around Or, Every Movement Has A Purpose 10.11.2016

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Baths II, The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin




What Happens After Death? (of things that interest me)


Bathing daily as I do,

Listening to the radio,

Emergencies, catastrophes,

Boats sinking or aflame or both:

What happens after death’s end breath?


‘The poisoned lung… the old, the young…

The fire set on purpose,

One hundred fifty-nine lives lost’

Through living skin I take it in:

Corrupted ethics, trials. Why?

August weather’s all but frosty.

I, with plethora of food in fridge,

Them there rigid,

Stench of rot.

I, desk full of paper, notes;

Money to buy more.

Stuff stuffed into each shelf and drawer;

The closet door can hardly close for all those clothes,

And I, asking ‘bout death and after.

Am I daft to wonder, wander into guesswork’s trap?

Or have I found a craft to cope,

Yoga’s science and art of hope?

For something must exist – a consciousness

Not here, but in a sphere somewhere.

It isn’t logical

That something can become a nil –

Something that has had a pulse.

What else makes sense?

This senseless chaos I sense is not chaos

But some inner justice

Somewhere, somehow in the universes

of creation!

In a sudden quickening of thinking

In the probabilities of speculation

Here I sit in bath’s ablution, asking questions

About what happens after death?


What Happens After Death? 8.9.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Baths II;

Arlene Corwin



Tips Are Everywhere

Tips Are Everywhere

(or I think best in the bath)


I’m in the bath.

Radio on sink.

It sit and think,

Then I too sink

(into the ear’s cocoon ).


A Noble winner’s hit upon

A method to transcend the barrier

Of light when light’s become a blur

Inside the micro-est of microscopes!

Not only that! It is the barriers he faced

When no one cared.

He’s dared

To break tradition.


Now he’s won.

He’s got position, status.

He has mastered.

Learn from that!


Tips Are Everywhere 11.20.2014/revised 1.31.2015/re-revised 4.11.2016

Circling Round Science II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking; Meditative II; Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Baths II;

Arlene Corwin

2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

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Bending Over The Bathtub Thinking 2012

Bending Over The Bathtub Thinking

Brain, I am in touch with you,

And you’re in touch with You-niverse,


Which knows you back:

Front, sideways too.

First I’m staring,

Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.

Slowly I become aware I’m staring;

Nothing going on ‘upstairs’ where

It all counts.

I change within a second

In, inside the mind

And bind myself to it.

It’s beckoned.

Then, experiencing It flashing

In a nano-minute

I stand up, go out,

And picking up the book I’m reading

Carry on the day.

Bending Over The Bathtub Thinking 6.19.2012

Circling Round Baths; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

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