Why Did I Publish 2014

Why Did I Publish?

 

Was it fame?  Desire of…?

It wasn’t.

Gelt?  Desire of…?

It wasn’t.

When you’ve got three thousand

Masterpieces and their antonyms

The poetry

Gets bulky.

Computer, printer

Make it easy [to keep writing],

As the habit

That it

Is.

Rhyme; insights,

Downright revelations

And the need to clarify

For self alone,

Make fame and currency,

Show up far down the list of palpable priorities.

When so clever and so funny

That you put yourself in stitches;

Rhymes so rhyme-ey, puns so pun-ny,

Oxytocin and endorphins saturating every cell self-fed

It might be nice to sell,

Those daring thoughts, that well up

From parts unacknowledged aired and shared.

In the end, the voices gushing,

Force you to into publishing

A manuscript with covers on each end,

A spine enclosing

Schemes of themes of dreams on reams of paper:

Pipeline to a world.

That’s why.

 

Why Did I Publish? 1.7.2014

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Numbers Book;

Arlene Corwin

Book Of Numbers 2013

Book Of Numbers

 

Did you know you were born

On Tuesday, nineteen thirty-eight,

At ten past midnight,

Dear Linnea knew;

At her happiest with you inside

Did you know she

Considered it

The finest

Of her pregnancies;

Nine

happy months, a Kent inside;

Her pride,

Her joy,

Her second born,

Her tranquil boy.

So many things one doesn’t ponder:

Life before the now & here.

 

Can you picture

Digits seventy & five

Now part of you?

Your cue to live

Defining who you are & what you do,

Refining these things too.

Remembering the happy birth that just a few

Have been as privileged as you.

 

May all your days be filled with jazz,

Mastering the longest phrase

And playing faster with each hand

On your white glossy Kwai grand.

 

May your tender heartbeat beat

Until you are one hundred eight.

The happiest of all the birthdays

You have had to date!

 

Book Of Numbers 1.29.2013

Birthday Book; Numbers Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Book of Numbers 2013

                 Book Of Numbers

 

Did you know you were born

On Tuesday, nineteen thirty-eight,

At ten past midnight,

Dear Linnea knew;

At her happiest with you inside

Did you know she

Considered it

The finest

Of her pregnancies;

Nine

        happy months, a Kent inside;

Her pride,

Her joy,

Her second born,

Her tranquil boy.

So many things one doesn’t ponder:

Life before the now & here.

 

Can you picture

Digits seventy & five

Now part of you?

Your cue to live

Defining who you are & what you do,

Refining these things too.

Remembering the happy birth that just a few

Have been as privileged as you.

 

May all your days be filled with jazz,

Mastering the longest phrase

And playing faster with each hand

On your white glossy Kwai grand.

 

May your tender heartbeat beat

Until you are one hundred eight.

The happiest of all the birthdays

You have had to date!

 

Book Of Numbers 1.29.2013

Birthday Book; Numbers Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

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I Like the Numbers 2010

I Like the Numbers

I like to see them piling up

Verse on verse,

Page on page,

Books on days

And volumes filling

Shelf and library.

Don’t ask me why –

This inclination lies

Deep in, out there

Somewhere.

 

©I Like The Numbers 5.15.2010 A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Numbers Book;  Arlene Corwin

 

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