Half-full Glass

Just in the middle of editing my next book Definitely Didactic and thought I’d present this thought here.
 
Half-Full Glass🤔✍️
 
There isn’t a thing I can think of
That isn’t a yes/no, good/bad, in and out;
Up/down, back/front, sharp or blunt, seed and sprout –
It’s the world’s greatest stunt,
It’s a link to the highest:
Coin with two sides
And the join is contiguous.
Icebergs are open to view while they hide.
Pimples show that there is something inside.
Inside and out, stored inside both and all.
With your snout in the stout
And your hair in the air,
The glass is half-full.
 
Half-Full Glass 4.24.1996 A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Definitely Didactic; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
 
 
 

Hot, Hot, Hot

               Hot, Hot, Hot

Whenever I have naught to say

I write about the weather.

It’s a good old English way

To say whatever’s

Easiest to pass the time,

The personal not being prime.

Yet here I sit, sunny comfy

Admiring the blue of sky,

The marvel of a lake whose look

Can take the breath away:

White, yellow water lily scattered willy-nilly

By some law of nature I will never fathom.

Row- and motorboats parked here and there

Far and near, on shores and little docks ad hoc.

Cirrus clouds are forming

Storming many hundred meters high.

And yet the sky, still blue looks still, yes, tranquil.

But I’ve moved from chair to capture

All in nature so enrapturing these eyes:

The butterflies, the dragonflies, the bees and flies,

Gnats, ants and ticks.

But I digress, for there are ducks to watch, nothing to fix –

(except, perhaps those nasty ticks).

This life as perfect as God made it,

Sun and cloud and shade quite perfect

Though the day is hot as hell.

I welcome every bit of it.

Hot, Hot, Hot 6.9.2018 Circling Round Nature II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book;; Arlene Nover Corwin

Keen About Meaning

It wasn’t my intention to write such a ‘long song’. Always having the instinct to keep a poem the length of an A4, the original intention was to write 2 separate poems. Then I realized that the two poems were saying the same thing.        

 

        Keen About The Meaning

We should be keen about the meaning!

(Isn’t that a darling rhyme?)

What, you ask, what meaning what?

It’s life of course!

A meaning that defines its course, it’s force, its progress.

Life’s life you may say. It may be,

Yet as far as life’s intent,

We tend to minimize its main objective.

Not survival – something more: a true ascent.

Some go by it. Some deny it.

We should chase it because life’s a race

Against an absolute and unrelenting, limited ol’ spell

Worth probing not just for surviving or for breathing well.

There are yummy things worth aiming at:

This game we play, take part in

And would like to win

Contains as trophies: peace of mind and understanding,

Satisfaction and wellbeing.

One more gain: freedom from fear –

Taking in fate’s whimsies with a cheerful air.

(Dalai Lama seems to do it. Others too. You’ve seen it, know it).

 

Why demean this most significant of questions

When the question in itself

Opens the highway to

Distress-lessness;

Happiness!

 

Everyday I read poetic utterances:

Poetry of loves lost, never felt, hungered after,

Longed for laughter,

Sorrow at the world’s condition,

Unexpressed scorn and submission.

Everything one undergoes

And everyone one comes across;

Cynicism, doubt, distrust,

Mistrust, injustice, disenchantment.

 

Yet, I’m always here to say:

It’s true and happening BUT, circumstance,

Each energy’s phenomenon

Contains its equal counterpart;

The negative that has a heart:

A parallel but better.

Life has meaning and intention to the letter.

 

Keen About The Meaning 4.28.2018

Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

 

I Grund Och Botten Är Vi Lika (At the bottom of things we are alike)

     Living in Sweden, as I do, I’ve often noticed that some idioms seem to capture an essence, are more powerful in Swedish than in my own tongue English and vice versa. Therefore, I’ve begun to take the liberty of borrowing the occasional Swedish idiom for use in my poetry.

 I Grund Och Botten (är vi lika)*

A Swedish idiom meaning At The Bottom Of Things (we are alike)

 

At the bottom of things: basically,

First and foremost and primarily

We are alike.

Our temperament, our gifts, our faults

May differ, and they do.

But you,

You are the same as me.

I is always you is we!

We are a race: a human race.

But should we race, erase the commonality

That binds us all? Of course not!

We are one in essence, which we got

At birth, perhaps before;

Sympathy, empathy, the virtues, vices;

All the aims a blend of spices

From self-sacrifice to merchandise;

Imprecise, but there at bottom

From the scrotum to the sputum.

All your systems are but symptoms.

At their end a blend of like-ness and uniqueness,

And one race.

 I Grund Och Botten 5.31.2018 Swedish Book; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hottest May On Record

Hot off the press!
The Hottest May On Record🤔

I write about the land I live in
Just because I live there and the land’s at hand.
A land forgiven,
For in heaps of, hopeful ways it’s grand.

The hottest May most every day
Since records started to be written, and
A button on the past,
It points to profits oft’ ill-gotten
In a world of greed, technology: half-rotten.

All the harmful tendencies in man
Brought forth, the times and growing population
On their prideful side.

Oh, I hate to be a just one more harbinger
Of god-knows-what:
Plagues and wars and everything that
Brings disaster.
All this from the weather
And this hottest May on record
Within
Little Sweden.

The Hottest May On Record 5.30.2018 Swedish Book; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;Arlene Nover Corwin

A Scorching Day In Sweden

You’ve all heard of the American in Paris.  But have you heard from the American in Sweden??

       A Scorching Day In Sweden

A scorching day in Sweden!

An un-

            usual phen-omenon.

A day in May, albeit late…

The twenty-third, two thousand eight-teen,

Close to June where none too soon,

A scorch might be anticipated:

But not now! 

Good gracious, no!

Is it the changing climate showing?

Or am I mistaken terribly,

And May is as it should be?

 

One wants the sun, its vitamin.

One want to show of well-toned skin.

But here, up North, if sun doth scorch.

One dare not go forth hat un-donned,

However fair one may look tanned.

 

Such incongruity!

Outdoor healthful Vit’min D

Or indoor white and cancer free?

Osteoporotic from a life in shade

Or sun brown dry, and wrinkled maiden?

As we say, Oy vey! and anyway,

Fahrenheit or centigrade,

It’s been a lovely day today

From which one could not stay away.

 

I’m simply wondering, no, pondering

A time to come

When icebergs in the Arctic North succumb,

Exchanging solid sum for water,

A transporter of sheer peril,

A world’s isle-slaughter.

Good for us and as it ought-a, or…?

A Scorching Day In Sweden 5.23.2018 Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

People Get Tattoos

Given the popularity of tattoos, beards, shaven heads, holes in the body…et al, I’m enclosing this highly relevant observation written first in 2002, revised in 2004 and now again in 2018.
        People Get Tattoos
People get tattoos because
They think that there’s no change,
Because they’re vain, in love:
They think they choose, because
They’ve no idea at all
The rain in Spain lies mainly
In the plain,
That muscle turns
And what was breast or chest and firm,
De-firms, deforms
With budding bicep rose
Becoming wrinkled, wilted posy of-the-elbows.
I suppose it’s all to do
With time and how we throw
Away our energies, with time
Outgrowing side- and peepshow
We all worshipped once with gusto.
Oh, tattoo, you are a symbol
Of myopia and youth,
A cockeyed view of truth
That lets us down.
Still, people will demand tattoos,
Refusing all discussion
Until gusto gets to be disgust.
Nothing one can do
Except boo-hoo
This triste refrain to all who’ll listen;
Self abstain , and be a witness.
People Get Tattoos 1.18.2004 revised from 6.17.2002 re-revised 5.22.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;; Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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