To The Doctor Who Examines Me

I wrote this in 2002, revised and renewed it in 2004. It is the kind of subject that has no ending for all that is still wrong and all that is yet to be done. It is now 2019. My former doctor has it framed and on the wall.

To The Doctor Who Examines Me👨‍🔬

I was thinking that this body is a unit, and
If you don’t see a pattern
In the portions that go wrong
Then perhaps you’re sitting in a chair
To which you don’t belong:
Too tired, young or not attentive.

How I wish you’d see all symptoms
As an ocean bowl,
With rivulets connecting whole
To dams and sluices where the juices,
Pebbles, stones are formed within,
All kith and kin to one another.
It is plain that pain or pressure
Down a leg has a connection to the hip,
The pelvis, stomach, large intestine. Let’s not skip
The knuckle bumps, hard private lumps
With their connection to the rest:
Cholesterol and stressed out parts
In hearts not happy pumping.

Always working to your best.
To fix a system that will not dissect –
One hard to see: a one-in-many,
And God knows hard diagnosed.

Yet it is your job to cure,
Find sense, be sure—which can’t be done
Unless you see the parts-in-one
Which, failing to do
Means you’re still too
Young and blind,
Or just not paying mind
Enough attention.

To The Doctor Who Examines /refined version 3.10.2019 Birth, Death & Death III; Our Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Didn’t Dare

Partly autobiographical, partly didactic, wholly spontaneous. About a jazz singer, but meant to be about universal development

      I Didn’t Dare 🎼

(a jazz musician sings her song)

What was wrong?
I did not dare to sing my song
The many ways I might have favored:
Ways I would have plumped for
Had I had more pluck or valour.

I’d have liked to act out a behaviour
Which behaviour could have been a saviour,
Done things that I did not dare.
Where was my head?
Why so afraid?

What did I think could happen
If I championed inner feeling?
Causes closed inside
I paused, went on to hide
An Arlene that had meaning.

Pride? It wasn’t that.
Fear? But fear of what?
Criticism of mistakes? Told I had not what it takes?
Rejection of the unearned kind?
One’s learned to not mind
Turning down, refusal or dismissal,
None of which have real clout.
Inside or out, what power have they?
Absolutely nothing.

Now I dare.
Creative means I didn’t know were there;
Impromptu qualities that take me over.
Qualities to share for values that feel worthy:
Values worth the passing on:
Bravery, audacity, a broadened capability,
Honesty, and ego free of situation,
Giving of the self without a care.
All of these have made me dare.

As a cautionary explanation
Take this as today’s instruction,
One completely without doctrine.
It’s just nice to give out what one can.

I Didn’t Dare 3.10.2019 Pure Nakedness II; Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Slow Unfolding

I suspect it’s all of us.🧘‍♀️
Love,
Arlene
A Slow Unfolding

It’s been a slow unfolding:
Slow and building;
Searching for the certainties
That seem to come alone from faith
Constructed and contributed
By scientific findings, books of methods,
Books religious, philosophic,
And plain recipes to keep one healthy:
Faith and actual combined.

There is work and there is trust.
There’s been gratitude and lack of, thus,
Behavioural and mental,
All a conquering of blindnesses,
Lack of knowledge, biases
Both good and bad,
Finding out about oneself is all one had,
For in the end, it’s all one has:
Oneself, the self, a Self in common with the world.

And karma’s dance
And luck and chance;
Barging in, the genes, upbringing,
World at large;
You can’t escape them, forming and informing views
Based on triviality’s illusions;
Valueless desires and dreams,
Worked on, worked out schemes
That lead to nothing but confusion
Followed by depression
Showing up itself a zillion ways.
Lucky those whose stays
Of such are short of just amazing!

Lucky those who find techniques
For gaining expertise and skill that never leaks,
And unlike most of us
Carries on in consciousness,
Awareness, understanding and intelligence
Of every kind.
Lucky those who find
A way to keep unfolding
In all ways, on every level:
Lovely face, aging’s grace,
Thoughts that keep away their evil.

Maybe it will always be
A slow f-unfolding,
Which is certainly ok with me.

Slow Unfolding 3.4.2019 Pure Nakedness II; Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Definitive Book

           THE DEFINITIVE BOOK 📚

THE DEFINITIVE BOOK

( Or song, face, faith, health, course of action
– a one of a oneness.)

One’s looking for
The final, qualitative book to publish.
Filling hours to swap and switch
A finite, ever growing list
To share without a fear
Of boring far and near…
That is the quest.

Layouts titles, subject matter;
Constitution, character and inner chatter;
Tendencies belonging to the moment
All a hinder and facilitator.

All alone without advice,
Choices umpteen times too many,
One’s in a vice.
And that’s not funny!

Probably and ultimately
There will be some 30 books –
Done alone by one lone cook.
Sounds a fib, a sketchy glib and woolly hoax.
But there it stands: not one page blank;
Some 30 volumes in the bank,
The data base: tweaked, tinkered with in theme and looks,
The same amended poem appearing three completely different years,
Which always brooks the query:
When is work the best can be?
When’s work a unity, totality;
A project unconditionally
Right for me
And all we striving and contriving living.

For instance, this was written
Eighth of June two thousand seven,
Then again two thou- eleven.
Now, two thousand nineteen,
Many years come in between,
And this was found again on scraps;
(it happens that I write on scraps
Hanging round, suddenly or never found).

Definitive may not exist.
So I’ll not make a fist
At something that does not exist,
But take the gist of what I say
And carry on until the day
I have fulfilled my task,
And ready to lie in my casket,
List a practically all done
I just may feel that I have won.

The Definitive Book 2.25.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The World Is Full Of Words

Yup!

 THE WORLD IS FULL OF WORDS✍️📚THE WORLD IS FULL OF WORDS

The world is full of words.
Words help mind to make connections.
The connections cause reflections
Where reflections cause connections
Shining back to help the mind.

The world is full of rhythms
Going bang, bang, boom –
And suddenly the world’s a drum.

You put the words and drums together,
Out comes humming, drumming verse,
Prose, rosary – God knows what more;
The mind so full; a store
Of ideational eye-dea
Put together and it’s order,
Creativity and power.

The world is full of words
And the words are full of worlds
Absurd and girded up
By clouds and deeds and shields
That build
Upon
The boon
Of unrhymed, well-timed
Tons and tons – and tons more words.

The World Is Full Of Words 2.21.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

     If I Had An Editor🤔✍️📚

If I had an editor outside my self,
Beside my self, my book –
It well, it might look different;
Prettier, more organised, readable, a better font,
With chapters and a bookmark
Sewn and pliant,
Layout starkly more attractive,
Poems easier to get into,
The Corwin world, no matter how obscure,
Would lure and draw you,
Corwin’s world alluring.

It is difficult to work alone,
Be spurred on
By and on one’s own.

One tinkers with the stinkers,
For sometimes the poems are crap,
And only when one’s left them, coming back,
Re-read them
Can one throw away the scrap,
Take out the kernel and begin again.

One might have written one in ninety-one,
Gone back, begun,
And finished with finesse two thousand ten.
There’s just no way of telling when;
Creativeness takes time, has no intent
And knows no end.

So, if I had editor:
An agent, marketer – in short,
Someone with faith and energy and zeal,
That Corwin writing has a keel
Of base stability, validity, nobility and beauty,
Then the opus might look different, right extraordinary.

(In humility, I guess
This ode/hypothesis
Applies
To all and each..
So’s not to preach
I dedicate this bit of fluff
To everyone who writes this stuff).

If I Had An Editor 2.22.2019 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The World Is Full Of Words

Yup!

 The World Is Full Of Words✍️📚

The world is full of words.
Words help mind to make connections.
The connections cause reflections
Where reflections cause connections
Shining back to help the mind.

The world is full of rhythms
Going bang, bang, boom –
And suddenly the world’s a drum.

You put the words and drums together,
Out comes humming, drumming verse,
Prose, rosary – God knows what more;
The mind so full; a store
Of ideational eye-dea
Put together and it’s order,
Creativity and power.

The world is full of words
And the words are full of worlds
Absurd and girded up
By clouds and deeds and shields
That build
Upon
The boon
Of unrhymed, well-timed
Tons and tons – and tons more words.

The World Is Full Of Words 2.21.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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