Morning Greeting To God

On waking I say (thinking, really)

“You’ve been here all night.

You’ll be here all the day,

Providing time, my needs,

And more abstractly, destiny.

The trick is to be welcoming,

A trick that makes the play of pain

More comfortable,

For comfort is so comforting.

 

When I say pain,

I do not mean

A shoulder ache or thereabouts.

It means the pain of all around,

An ‘all around’ that’s all unbound

Which one will never have the skill to grasp,

Or power to reshape.

 

The day’s blank piece of paper,

Bland or stimulating,

Filled with action or quite still –

Always etude and apprenticeship.

 

So I ask myself (symbolically)

What can I learn?

With no idea of what’s to come,

Anticipating nothing

I accept each crumb that falls from

Shall we call it ‘heaven’s table’

(just a metaphor.)

 

Heaven’s table may be fable,

Morning’s greeting, fleeting phrase;

Both are ways to start the days

With positivity, an energy

To improvise with happy creativity.

What could be better?

 

Morning Greeting To God 9.25.2017

God Book II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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

Death Is Always On My Mind

(Watching the oncoming hurricane Maria. The 2nd in two weeks – same place) 

        Death Is Always In My Mind

Death is always on my mind

In one way or another.

Lying there sneakily,

Shaking me

When something happens on TV.

All around a violence:

In the weather, in the city,

In our children, in the poverty:

Calamity.

How to stay calm lamb myself;

A question half my brain

is taken up with.

 

Hurricanes, shoulder pains,

Underlying wonderings.

Questions without answers;

Wishes not yet answered.

 

And the time!

Always the passing

Without chance of stopping;

In the stars, the planets;

In the ants & stones & plants.

Yet a cup of coffee

And the world is right.

All the worries of the night

Transformed,

And energy to right my life –

If not the world –

Uncurled –

Thus one goes forward.

 

Death Is Always On My Mind 9.19.2017

Pure Nakedness; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II:

Arlene Corwin

 

Loyalty

I woke up thinking about this.

A Thought About Loyalty

I’ve been thinking about loyalty:
A many-sided world of nuances,
The subtle differences.
We all know it means faithfulness,
A sticking-to devotedly.
Unfurled it shows its nasty sides,
The negatives that worry me:
Allegiance and adherence –
-Ism’s steel prepared to go to war
Against all criticizers,
-Isms’ others
Carving up the brotherhood
Of man.
Not for nothing
That a missile system drawn
To sense and intercept an enemy:
Is named the Patriot:
A system to annihilate.

I worry ‘bout obedience,
Compliance and submissiveness.
I like reliability, dependability,
Dedication if it’s not perverted
Duty, if it leads to thought,
A moral sense,
An ethic that agrees with life;
Loyalty without the strife.
Loyalty to think about.

A Thought About Loyalty 9.10.2017
Nature In & Of Reality; Out Times, Out Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

 

A World Full Of Beautiful Songs

There is a world full of beautiful songs

Out there;

Each more sweetly silencing

And bringing forth

More tears than t’other.

Myrrh

Mellifluous as fragrant honey.

Money cannot make or buy it:

Songs so lyrical you cry at

Hearing.

 

The child, sensitive and innocent

Of harmonies and reading notes

Looks back on songs she learned by rote,

With warmth and ardor.

Learned by heart,

They weren’t hard to memorize.

Their beauty struck a chord

The size of don’t-know-what.

 

Sweet song or hot,

A taste for this, a taste for that;

It’s music that gave solace,

Reassurance, dancing feet.

World full of song and beat,

Time complete.

 

There is a world of euphony

And melody

To sing about.

 

A World Full Of Beautiful Songs 8.25.2017

Vaguely About Music II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

,

Do We Own?

Do we own?

Own what?

Parents die;

Friend, enemy;

Ones we have never known

In circumstance we’ll never see

In lands we’ve never been.

 

What do we own?

Goods heaped up over years,

Stored in a wardrobe or armoire,

Or locker somewhere

Because life has changed-cum-rearranged –

Or we’ve lost interest – period.

 

Do we own?

Appropriated from life’s providence?

For providence means helped/provided for,

Sustained, maintained, endowed, supplied.

It never meant forever.

 

We alone are what we own.

I too. And you.

(Though there are some who say we are on loan.

But that’s another story).

Do We Own? 8.10.2017

Nature Of & In Reality;

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

 

 

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