New Book: Birth, Death & In Between II out today!

Just Peachy

Sitting in the bath eating a peach,

Out of reach shampoo and things.

I use my fingers.

Conditioner smushed * into hair,

I wait for gunk to work.

Head dunked an inch below the water

And still chewing, crunch intensified a thousand fold.

Damp pad and all, I hold the pad in front of me and write.

That’s what I call exciting!

 

I get dafter by the day –

Soldier-bolder,

Hanging-from-the-rafters thing

I fling all trivia aside.

Riding time on high.

I’m ridin’ high** on time;

Strategies unplanned.

 

*smush; my own word, meaning a mixture of smash/knead/crush/massage/rub/knead

**See Cole Porter

 

Just Peachy 9.18.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Baths II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

The Night Is Almost Over

The night is almost over,

During which I’ve been awake

Unquantifiable wee hours.

It’s been a challenge to placate

Unrest in bod’ and soul,

Think things to do without a wrestle with my all,

Discover parts to focus on,

Breathe out and in,

Shepherding bad thought away from sin.

 

A challenge to make time rewarding,

Night un-worrying with means

Intuitively gleaned.

By three or four,

Night nearly over,

One is sure

There have been dreams –

A second’s worth of night-worked themes.

(Perhaps two minutes, maybe three.

I’ve patently no memory

Unawake, unaware,

All simple cognizance not there)

 

I’ll be ok when morning comes,

Stomach craving nutriments.

There will be toast, cheese, milky coffee

Brought in by hubby

With me glad the light took over.

 

The Night Is Almost Over 9.2.2017

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Hours A Day

     Four Hours A Day

Four hours a day:

A title to portray

What has become a way –

Of life, of being and transferring

Life’s impressions and opinions –

Most ignored or blurred.

 

All that happens has an impact.

In the body – though unnoticed.

In the mind – through the times,

And in the case of moi, the rhymes.

 

Four karmic hours,

Evidence of karma’s powers,

For I had no thought of ever being more than

Life’s beholder; passive, on the sideline,

Witness unescorted by reflection.

Now it’s done and I’ve become

Salted in the brine of verse,

Guided by an inner sunshine that’s a beeline

To the mental universe

Of poetry,

Its balladry.

 

Effortlessly here I sit,

Mac upon and in the lap

Of luxury;

Passivity has never left me.

 

Involved in passive ways dynamic

Without taking part in antics

Of the present day,

I spend two, three, four hours in play,

Feel contemporary, up-to-date,

Elated by the process as an inspiration.

Quelle elation!

Quelle sensation!

A gold spun

Of twenty six straightforward letters,

Mixed, homogenized and married,

Occupying hours a day.

 

Four Hours A Day 8.17.2017

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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,

Usually

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

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

The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious (revised, revised, revised)

   The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious ( revised, revised, revised)

How to say this briefly:

Firstly,

Words that help convey the hidden.

They exist.

Here is the gist:

Churches, sects, cults, creeds, the claim

Of being chosen.

Tenets frozen,

Woven into scripture

Which professes knowing

What is best for all,

Where if you’re good you rise

And if you’re bad you fall.

 

Spirit’s -ality puts stress on union,

The approach to life

Emphases

On oneness under all beliefs;

On peace and joy and getting these;

Transcendence over time and space

A sense of being face to face

With truths about reality, its indescribability –

Yet not impossible to give a voice to.

 

Fear that goes,

Love that grows.

Agape’s universal call,

Connecting to an All in all.

 

Practices to help along:

Meditation, psilocybin, prayer and song,

Means to fit all shapes and sizes,

Geniuses as well as dunces,

Non-, theistic preferences

Which need to be demystified.

 

Not magic, pagan, or god-based,

Theo-physical, but meta-: deeply meaningful,

And mystical, the core of all.

 

The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious 2.9.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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