How Are You: The Unpredictability

They almost always start the conversation

With “How are you?”

You say “Fine”.

It is the norm.

Time-honored, automatic, form expected.

 

Yet, you reach an age

Where you no longer fit the norm accepted,

And you hesitate,

Waiting just a little bit

‘fore voicing back.

Unpredictable tomorrow:

Routine ailments, triumphs, sorrow;

Unpredictable around-the-clock.

 

Is it wrong to linger?

Wait to answer?

I think not.

To blur convention, slur cliché,

You spur [real] candor

For the day.

 

When they ask you how you are,

Think of instability

And take a second to reply.

 

How Are You: The Unpredictability 8.9.2017

Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

I Need To Think Of Starts

 

Everything that starts has sparks of coming into being,

For everything I know through all my senses

Has a life, even the rock.

Tick tock. (its life takes time).

It isn’t hard to think through to a cause primeval; one original,

Pristine: a first! After all, what hasn’t had a first?

With first comes what will form.

Will form forms from a light.

What doesn’t have a core of light?

Without the light there’d just be night,

Light being first in all the firsts.

Completeness not yet born.

(Oh darn, words are inadequate).

 

In this entirety it isn’t hard to picture bliss;

But with this bliss unhappiness – qualities with opposites:

Good/bad and something in between.

Light and dark, it’s suffix –ness.

Consciousness.

If anything will lead to starts,

It’s knowing that and all its parts –

Or is it one?

Now there’s the fun –

Finding out if it is One,

If you and I and we are one.

 

It may lie in the memory;

This need may start primarily with me.

I need to think of starts.

 

I Need To Think Of Starts 8.1.2017

Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Illusion

What isn’t an illusion?

That’s the question.

You aim for fame. Well, forget it – it gets boring

When the door to happiness subsides.

How long before the ride of charm

Turns into gasp; one last-ing gasp.

What circumstance, experience, ambition

Doesn’t turn to opposition

Some time in its life?

One thing turned into two

And diametrically opposed:

Up/down, down/up, then seeing through –a last, last sup.

Illusionary, but that’s not to say it doesn’t matter.

Everything a smattering of truth

For you to act through,

Watching diligently as you do it.

Not to say you must be stiff –

Just act as if

The whole thing’s real.

Don’t let it steal the real you,

That’s all.

There is a real you –

Let’s call it soul

Or essence; outer/inner

Unity of you-nity (that’s funny).

Ok, so it isn’t money,

Gathering (of many things

Such as position, power,

Family and all the things I can’t remember).

Passing, unpredictable, unstable,

Every syllable of all you want

Attainable – but then what?

 

Illusion 7.1.2017

Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light

My last poem Some Kind Of Sadness got such poignant responses, I had to write this too.

       The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light

There is the sunny side:

The bursting green of tree and bush,

The light, delight, the precious puss,

Processes key to happiness.

A breakthrough, negatives decried,

And you

Awaking,

Taking in,

All full of beans.

Within your day, the friendly means

Of sun, the birds, the cozy cat,

The light within,

The light without.

You, the end result content.

The Sun, Birds, Cozy Cats & Light 6.29.2017

Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Those Who Say…

Those who say, “And then I said….”

Are short of something in the head;

Hidden pride in there instead.

 

Those who say, And then I told her…”

Dearest reader, here’s an answer:

“Then I said’s,”

A subtle, passive, ego-centered taking lead;

A mixture of denial, fugue,

(If ever there was such a thing).

It’s not a joke,

And I’m not kidding.

 

To Those Who Say…6.25.2017

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Everyone Has Faith

     Everyone Has Faith

 

Everyone has faith.

The only question is the choice we make.

Everybody worships (kind of)

What we worship is our choice –

From leaning, and from combination

Of that leaning and condition.

 

Choose, we choose what we were born to choose.

The gene, the fate, position, lot,

Perhaps to win or lose:

Strange as it sounds, our knot.

 

The crux

Is that life sucks

But faith brings trust, conviction,

Optimism, hope and courage –

All positive and negative, yin and yang

As well you know.

For what is not?

 

Everyone Has Faith 5.14.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

Being Honest

             Being Honest

It’s hard.

Sounds simple, but it’s hard.

It’s brave. It’s subtle.

And you’re scarred and marred.

It is so many things

That dare I write them sans façade

My friends complain:

Too damned demanding,

Hard to deal with; so much

Nuance; synonyms abounding.

They wants simpleness: the easy way.

 

Simple, yes, but challenging.

You’ve got to be considerate,

Your character to deal with.

Why kill? Death comes to all.

An honest kill is still a murder.

 

Why press ideas?

You know that ideas change,

That phases are the germ of life.

It’s hard to stand against temptation,

Vengeance, easy money, vice.

Hard to be right-minded, truthful

Self-restrained, just being nice.

 

Funny, but

It’s easier to tell the truth

When you begin to show you’re age.

People show respect, in fact,

They think you’re sage.

They’re happy that they’re getting honesty

Straight from the shoulder:

Benefits of growing older.

 

Old or young or middle life,

We’ve all had problems, woes and strife.

There is an art to being honest

Without cruelty or exploitation,

Without character’s temptation.

Best we start.

 

Being Honest 4.5.4027

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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