2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

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Bending Over A Bathtub While Thinking 2012

Bending Over The Bathtub While Thinking


Brain I am in touch with you.

You are the You-niverse,

A You-knowverse which knows you back:

Back, front, and sideways.



Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.

As I become aware of staring

Where there’s nothing’s going on,

Transformation in a second.

Change within, inside the mind.

I bind myself to it: it’s beckoned.

It: the flashing nano-minute.


Standing up and going out,

Picking up a tome I’m

Reading, I resume

The all-plebeian ordinary daytime.


Bending Over The Bathtub 6.19.2012

Circling Round Baths II; To The Child Mystic II;

Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Love Relationships Change 2011

Love Relationships Change


Love relationships transform:

Their own dynamic force;

Their own dynamics:

So do you.

In the bath (as is my wont)

I think about

My mother, dead

Since two-thou…  something, and I think:

She did so much for me, I dread

To think: harp lessons,

Voice, piano…

Someone who had

Only reached the seventh grade,

Then out to work – a teenage maid.

Sewed me clothes,

Gave and goodness knows…

From love’s concern,

Burned for Arlene.

How to measure wounds and hurts,

Faults versus virtue

Against the sacrifice and faith:

On a scale of support,

It’s sudden insight,

One repents.


Love Relationships Change 8.10.20112012

Love Relationships; Circling Round Baths; Mother Book;

Arlene Corwin




Once More From The Bath 2012

Once More From The Bath


Thank you God, for the computer. –

It gives room for privacy

To listen inside/out of me

And get it down,

Not forced to see a soul

(except my own).

Thank you for a bathtub,

Callous softening in peace –

A place

Where I can lift a leg

Behind my head

And not succeed.  (I never do).

But with no hundreds to behold me

I can keep on trying,

Lying there.  Thank you.

Giant, tiny oxymoronic gifts are mine

While barren, impecunious, impoverished

Of every age define their lives and are defined

By piles of garbage – soggy, squelchy;

Luckless, hapless, poor

On other levels too

While I’ve got bath, computer,

Endless water;

Lucky, favored.

Thank you.

Once More From The Bath 5.10.2012

Circling Round Baths; God Book; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

After Last Night 2012

After Last Night

Sitting in the bathtub thinking

What a pity

That the memory

Gets in the way of now.

Last night’s success

Completely gone –


Spent absolute.

No substitute.

If time is taken

To think ‘then’

(Just hours ago),

A method

To make then a ‘now’


Losing the moment?

Maybe some can.  I can’t.


Bath Again 2.8.2012

Bath Book; Vaguely about Music;

Arlene Corwin

Access To Another Reality 2012

Access To Another Reality

My husband showers,

I take baths,

Luxuriating in the tub,

Sitting submarined,

My scrub-a-dub-dub duck around.

My character shows: sybaritic.

Showerer shows his: ascetic,

Doing all his stuff outdoors,

I train on floors.

He takes his walks,

I, talk in my computer talk.

Who’ll live the longer?

I in my enameled bubble,

He in his one day of stubble.

We are happy;


Both doubly good and bad

In more than one reality.

Access To Another Reality 1.17.2012

Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin

My Drug Of Choice 2011

My Drug of Choice


My whimsy,

No one paying me – I guarantee –

My drug of choice is coffee.

A little bit embarrassed, still

I must admit

That getting up and out of bed,

Productive, calm, ideas in head,

With energy the captivating motivation,

It’s magician caffeine,

Slick with tricks

Transfixing and converting dullness

In the intellect

To masterpiece,

Accomplishment, t

The scent of genius

In the air

– all there –

Charmed caffeine powers

Potential for some hours,

Then like all things that exist,

Transient, evanescent, transitory,

Drawn to Time by time

Evaporates leaving just – me.


Drug Of Choice 10.23.2011

Coffee Book; Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin



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