They’re All Agreed

       They’re All Agreed

They’re all agreed –

It’s very, very quiet there.

Up or out or maybe in

A space so hidden

That it is a twin

To so-called outer space

Where it is very, very quiet

In the place where

It is all created:

All the synchronistic sequences

That take the meaning

Out of chaos.

I read that they ‘re all agreed,

And I’m afraid

A little,

Which just shows that I’m not ready.

They’re All Agreed 6.13.2010 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin




Why Mourning

     Why Mourning

 Do you know anyone who doesn’t die?

Who hasn’t died?

Who will not die?

Not I.


How to accept?

Not mourn?

Think through to not have pain,

(For pain seems fruitless), for

To not accept

Is like rejecting sun and moon,

Existence, proven, measured, seen.

Do I lament when atoms split?

Grieve, regret,

Have sadness that I can’t get over.




Pain [we have] when others die –

That ‘other’ human, cow or dragonfly.

The local forester sawed down a fir

Which was for sure,

A hundred fifty years or more.

I mourned,

Stump and its rings all it passed down.


Is it absence or remembrance?

Is it longing for a something now a non-thing non-existing?

Is it clinging to a someone

Over whom we have no power,

Never had? Could it be wrong-er?

Fate and destiny his, hers or its

Through all of time and history.


I cannot think of one good reason

Vindicating mourning.

Were we meant for suffering?

Though I [clearly] cannot clarify,

We’re seeing wrongly,

Thinking strongly wrongly,

Wrought of ego’s braggadocio,

The hallowed hoaxer of emotions.


*Nover: me, born Arlene Faith Nover

Why Mourning 11.4.2017

Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Egos;

Arlene Corwin



I See It All Around

       I See It All Around

I see it all around.

Filling, thrilling palpably.

Lying here upon my sofa

Watching men and women suffer softly for their art;

Interviewed, performing in one way or other,

It is I who gain –

Grains of magic bonding cells

Of thankfulness.


Oh how I love, just love the talented:

The skilled, devoted – all the nuances of gift.

My eyes see beauty, ears learn more.

I cannot underscore this marvel,

And I do not try to understand.

I simply shake its hand

And say thank you.


I See It All Around 10.28.2017

Circling Round Reality; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin





The Simplest Of Poems

Everyone is born

With their own


Don’t mourn,

Forlorn and shorn

Of trust.

Inheritance and circumstance

Does what it must,

There being no coincidence.

Stay on the fence

Of faith;

Youth’s health and breath,

Wealth’s stealth and death

Will have its ways.

There being almost nothing more to say:

Let intuition guide your days –

It is the easiest of ways.

The Simplest Of Poems 9.9.2017

Definitely Didactic; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

You Never Know

You never know

What phrase will take you

To a place – what shall we call it:

Your mentality,

The frontal lobe,

The hippocampus,

Heart or soul?

It’s hard to say in words & sentences

Conventionally milked, been said,

And you don’t want to be a part of it:

The hackneyed, trite, cliché, banal –

Repeating news old hat and stale.

You have the need to speak anew,

Speak up in ways that freshen,

And you never know what sparks a notion,

Crumb, soupçon, a healing potion

(oxymoron opportune).


What matters is that it,

It comforts by the letting out,

The routing out

Concealed crypts of knowledge.


You Never Know 8.20.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin




People Smoke A Joint Because…


People smoke a joint because

It calms them down,

It makes them laugh.

The symmetry

Of mediocrity’s conventions flee.

It also makes them hungry.


Answers come,

And often laughter is the payoff.

Nineteen sixty

Groups ingested LSD

To see more beauty,

Dig into the new,

Change patterns that were old in mind,

Find truths that were not there to find,

Break down, build up,

Sip from the cup of everything there is to sip.

So people drink because they are

More able to shift gears,

Take risks, lose fears.


The problem is to lay off, stay off.

That would be a real payoff.

Get it? Layoff, stay off, payoff?

I liked that.


People Smoke A Joint Because… 5.25.2010 revised 8.8.2010

Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin


Started 2008





A/The/My Way (redone)

         A/The/My Way

 I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up day by day

Laws but felt, themes unmeant;

Through sudden fountains of content;

Through many offshoots but one road,

No signposts to direct or goad.

Still it is:

A kiss of fate though non-insistent,


An accident and serendipitous.


And because, and just because it is a whisper

I’ve no choice

But to

Tune into

And obey,

Swaying to its hinted push,

The glint of pressure

Nothing but a pure, faint sureness

And a pleasure.    


Minutes past I ate three plastic plates of pasta.

Forgive this frilly, dilly of a joke.

I can be such a silly yokel

With punch/pun-ny lines that hit my funny bone(s).


Now I sit with pen in hand

On my verandah, in the wind,

Thankful for not understanding

Karma’s muted law un-grand,

Inscrutable but suitable

To me alone – one on her own

Within the actions and concerns.


A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;

Arlene Corwin

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