Days Of Distraction

  Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?

They seem to go on endlessly.

Helping out a friend in need;

Finding ways to heed the need(s)

Of several needy friends in need.

Ignoring things that might be done,

Might be some fun

And useful monetarily.

Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.

Structure: that’s one key.

Thinking practically; harmony.

Priority to me, myself and I.

 

Life is simple.

Roof, warmth, food –

Summed up sample of the simple,

Which gives ample time

To carry out the other,

‘Other’ meaning tools which further

Happiness and satisfaction.

 

Paying bills and buying,

Days of duty and temptation;

Stress and tension:

‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

 

What to do about this ‘dream’,

For dream it is.

This is a list and not a scheme;

Not a plan nor stratagem.

Read and think, find out!

The answer lies in nought but thee.

(That’s you and me).

You’ll see

what works.*

 

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;

Arlene Corwin

*Chatted with my ‘English rose’ of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections. 

It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somone Out There Needs This

So you write!

So I write,

Trying hard to say it right,

Forthright but kind:

Trying hard to find the word

That does not hurt

But flirts and heals,

Feels universal

By some sort ‘you’

Who needs it then

At just that moment.

For

There’s always someone out there

Who needs what you have to say.

 

Someone Out There Needs This 9.26.2017

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

Brain, Give Me The Answers

Does this sound too much like prayer?

A little red-faced,

Weakness in my psyche.

Embarrassed ‘cause it’s not like me,

One feels the hypocrite:

I, who stake

My life on ‘God, who makes not one mistake’,

And here I sit,

Baby-ish,

Asking to change destiny –

At least push it my way.

Shame, shame on me!

 

I’ve got to wait –

Just like all others.

Meditate,

Reject my druthers,

Concentrate.

(I’m poor at that).

Be grateful for the goods I’ve got

(and that includes MyQ

and its capacities))

 

Nonetheless, addressing you,

Dear self so true,

We have a pact

(And that’s a fact)

So if you will cooperate,

I’ll wait

Until who knows, the whimsicality of fate

Is ripe: propitious, and/or generous

And brain-wise,

Advantageous.

 

Brain, Give Me The Answers 8.24.2017

Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

I Cook For My Husband #2 (shaved & scissored)

     I Cook For My Husband #2 (shaved & scissored)

 

I cook for my husband

The way I would cook for a king.

And I’d cook for the king

(If ever he’d ring)

The way I cook for my husband.

With skill, choice and taste of the day,

What e’er’s in the cupboard to make a buffet

Fit for a king or my husband.

No problem or trouble,

Food is a bubble

Lasting an hour from mouthful to bowel.

If house guest should scowl or glower or frown,

Finding it uphill to get the food down,

I take it serenely,

Comport myself queenly,

Tell him or her

The next meal will be better,

It’s fine to leave morsels of food on the plate

And leave it at that,

It being one method to never get fat.

 

I Cook For My Husband #2 7.27.2017

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Making Waffles In The Living Room

Making Waffles In The Living Room

(a day in the life of an eccentric*)

 

With no one home to say a thing,

She lives out her free spirit.

Not a misfit,

Simply unconventional.

 

She’s making waffles,

But she wants to watch TV –

A favorite program on on Sunday.

Which will take priority?

Must one take priority?

Why not do them simultaneously.

 

She grabs a stool

And drags it to the living room.

Step one.

Carrying the still cold iron

Without fear of burn, she sets it

On the stool and plugs the iron in.

Old appliance it goes on,

No On Off switch therein.

Step two.

Bearing bowl brim-filled with batter,

Setting it on stool where it

fits snugly in and on its step,

Spoon in hand she spoons the batter

Onto iron piping hot;

Shuts the top and starts to wait.

One, two, three and on to plate,

All while watching TV’s favorite!

What subject for a poem!

Happy that there’s no one home

to say a thing.

Fifteen waffles later,

Piled high and fully sated,

Iron back in place

Not a drop or drip to waste

And no one is the wiser.

 

*from the Greek ekkentros, from ‘ek ‘out of’ + kentron ‘center’.

 

Making Waffles In The Living Room 3.19.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

Do You Feel Loved?

         Do You Feel Loved?

 

It may be the essential – feeling loved:

The need that breeds endeavor.

Genes count, nature/nurture too,

Of course they do.

But you?

How are you shaped on other fronts?

On every inner front that counts?

 

Upward-striving, brave, risk-taking?

Anti- any thought of faking?

Thin-skinned, concrete or faith based?

Seeing all as interfaced?

 

There is no shield to life or love,

Each quality a chance, an option;

Course of action,

Possibility if let.

 

Meeting, greeting all you get,

And every action a solution;

Taking love, rebuff – it all,

Direction never faltering.

 

In each action there exists

A universe of rules to choose from.

You suffused with

Feelings of

Concern and tenderness and feeling love(d).

 

Do You Feel Loved? 9.3.2016

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Charting The Changes (Once Again)

 

How can I leave them?

I have eyes, the body, brain;

These changes subtle and not so… going on,

And I a part.

The sex: it never leaves.

You watch the nuance – age regardless.

Muscle, limbs, all inners shifting;

Dangers one could ne’er imagine

Years before –

And there they are,

Daily dominators from within

And from without,

Pushing, shoving, tugging

Quiet, noisy, brash and smug.

Dangers one would – if one could –

Convert to chance both sound and likely;

At the center of it all: you, I and we,

The question being, how to cope with,

Deal with it undisturbed; philosophic, unperturbed,

Optimistic, cool, detached,

Present-living, hatching new ideas

From day to day as if it’s play,

The way presenting self on impulse, off-the-cuff

And you obeying

Soundlessly in laughter.

 

Charting The Changes (Once Again) 8.7.2016

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

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