I Write To…

“And here I was, thinking that the poems were too much of a burden for some! Thank and bless you all! 

I write to be read. I write to share. I write from some magic, mysterious force and source”
💕
I WRITE TO…

I’m quoting myself and isn’t that brash:
A Facebook answer dug from ashes of awakening.
In answer to some lovely comment, I replied,
“ I write to share, write to be read…
I write in form
From some mysterious and magic norm
Sent by conundrum’s force and source;”
I’ve frilled my answer,
Filled my answer
All because I am a poet
In my heart,
Not smart – besotted and bewitched
By thought through language.
Not thought-through, but thought, through word.
How I anguish over each and every turd.
Anyway to sum it up,
I send you friends, a cup of wine
Which lots of you think fine, and
Which I see a hint of the divine in.
Yours devotedly, Arlene
✍️
Think on this: creativity comes out from accident and chance.
Things that happen bouncing out from nowhere planned –
And isn’t that the grandest thing!

Working Through Thought-Come-To-Life & Who’s To Say?

OH, MY DEARs, DO FORGIVE ME. I’VE BEEN SO-O-O PRODCTIVE TODAY. (BUT SSH, I THINK THEY’RE QUITE GOOD. AM I TOO VAIN? IS IT HUBRIS?). I kept meaning to practice for the performance on Feb 7th, and kept winding up at the computer. In fact, I started to think about the second one while in the bathtub. Goodness, this poetry stuff overtakes me. I hope I don’t burden you.

Working Through A Thought-Come-To-Life✍️

After all the time of alterations,
Reconstruction, wooing,
Swapping, substitution, plain redoing,
One begins to see a rhythm in and out the line;
A something not cry about, groan or complain,
For it, benign, makes for the ‘real’ of art;
Rhyme & meter in the walls, the very cell
Fulfilling which one cannot help but feel well.

Perhaps a look into thoroughness of the poetic bent,
Put under microscope of goodly strength,
Reveals endless levels, endless youth;
Embryonic possibilities which only come to birth
When worthy poet cozies up to word and breadth.

After all the time of playing blacksmith
To the craft of scribbling,
Not just dabbling –
Finally, yes finally, a text without pretext
Or mixture comes to earth.
One has said the thing one had to say
The best, if not the only way
One could – that day.

Working Through A Thought-Come-To-LIfe 1.30.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin

       Who’s To Say?🤫

Let’s propose a single cause,
Acting without pause
And always out of nature’ laws;
Laws that never freeze
And work forever by degrees.

Again, let us hypothesize, or let’s suppose
That every phase is just a phase –
Can never last, must always pass…
For nature never makes mistakes;
From calm to quakes
The shake and break earth’s outer crust,
Pulverised to primal dust.

And starting over from the violence
To a peace: decrease, increase,
A never ceasing.

In, out, up down…
All the laws that form from one
Unceasing cause
That has no volume, weight or pressure;
Yet accomplishing all measure
Of phenomena.
Always keeping with the law
And all its tributaries branching off
From cough to laugh
And all the stuff one’s clueless of.

We’ve words like chance, coincidence,
Fate, accidents.
But then there’s providence
And prudence (wisdom):
Words implying something good
Involving and revolving round
Existence sound.

Who’s to say
Which theory
Is simple guesswork without end?
I have a hunch the first one based
On single cause
Is easiest on heart and mind
And your best friend.

Who*s To Say?1.30.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Copycats All:An Ode To Pep You

I was thinking about how we create, and how we need and are attracted to influences that nurture us, perhaps all our lives. I think I’ve worked six hours on this: the meter, the rhyme scheme, the choice of words… still think it needs a little something. Tell me.

I like the concept. I hope you get the yin/yang allusion.

COPYCATS ALL: AN ODE TO PEP YOU

(Revised. It lacked so much before✍️

We’re copycats all – and it’s healthy.

Coins have double sides, so naturally,

One can spend months, years, merely days

Courting the wrong face of one’s pennies.

It can’t matter.

Everything we do is cluttered

(slight. very, copiously, lots)

The moment’s mind-state fixing choice.

So give your voice to instinct’s sense

That does SO matter

As you climb the human ladder,

Mindful of each phase’s border;

Copying what touches, reaches,

Even from the cheapest bleachers.

As you climb each step,

This tiny ode is here to

Snap, push, pep you up

With vim and zip.

Copycats All: An Ode To Pep You 1.24.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Copycats (revised version)

COPYCATS ALL: AN ODE TO PEP YOU ✍️ revised version

We’re copycats all – and it’s healthy.

Coins have double sides, so naturally, 

One can spend months, years, just days
Courting the wrong face of pennies.
It can’t matter.

Everything we do is cluttered;

(slightly, very, copiously, lots)
The moment’s mind-state fixing choice.
So give your voice to instinct’s sense
That does so matter
As you climb the human ladder,
Mindful of each phase’s border;
Copying what touches, reaches,
Even from the cheapest bleachers.
As you climb the steps.
This tiny ode is here to pep you.

Copycats All: An Ode To Pep You 1.24.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You

   Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You✍️

We’re copycats all – and it’s so healthy.
Coins have double sides, so naturally,
One can spend many
Months or years or days
Courting the wrong face of the penny.
It can’t matter,
Mistakes are clutter we must make,
The moment’s mind-state fixing choice.
So give voice to the instinct’s intuition.

As you climb the human ladder
Keep in mind that no phase lasts forever,
Copying what reaches you, which touches you.
As you climb the steps
This tiny ode is here to pep you.

Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You 1.24.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Found on a scrap of paper being used as a bookmark and dated 12.19.2017. The content was vaguely structured and unfinished, and seemed to be directed at a two people relationship. As I copied it it took on a life of its own and wound up as something much broader than that.
YEAR AFTER YEAR: MORE LOVE💕🧘‍♀️👫
Year to year
I notice that I love you more.
What mechanism is at work?
What key? What trick?
The love is tenderer and steadier,
Patient, free and headier.
Love is giving.

Giving means the gift of living
To the giver and giv-ee,
Who doesn’t want to live in perpetuity?

So, morning, noon, and night
It’s fair to say that love is light
And maybe Light in deepest essence.
So I thank whoever for its presence:
Who, where and whatever
Put this love in gear
To make it more
Year after year.

Year After Year: More Love 1.24.2019 Found on scraps; Love Relationships II; To The Child Mystic II; God Book Ii; Arlene Nover Corwin

Year After Year: More Love

Found on a scrap of paper being used as a bookmark and dated 12.19.2017. The content was vaguely structured and unfinished, and seemed to be directed at a two people relationship. As I copied it it took on a life of its own and wound up as something much broader than that.

Year After Year: More Love💕🧘‍♀️👫

Year to year
I notice that I love you more.
What mechanism is at work?
What key? What trick?
The love is tenderer and steadier,
Patient, free and headier.

Love is giving.
Giving means the gift of living
To the giver and giv-ee,
Who doesn’t want to live in perpetuity?

So, morning, noon, and night
It’s fair to say that love is light
And maybe Light in deepest essence.
So I thank whoever for its presence:
Who, where and whatever
Put this love in gear
To make it more
Year after year.

Year After Year: More Love 1.24.2019 Found on scraps; Love Relationships II; To The Child Mystic II; God Book Ii; Arlene Nover Corwin

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