A/The/My Way (redone)

07 Aug 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, a sense of the ridiculous II, pure nakedness, revelations big & small, Uncategorized Tags:

         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

A/The/My Way

06 Aug 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, pure nakedness, revelations big & small Tags:

I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up da 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.

(a pun-ny lie, but funny)

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 schemes and actions of concern.

 

A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Improvising Your Way Through Life

05 Aug 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, definitely didactic, lessons to be learned Tags:

In each moment, each pursuit

Improvise.

It’s nothing more than living Now.

Of course you’ll f—k it up at times:

Mistakes belong to a human

As does dust upon a mirror.

 

In each moment, work or pastime

Improvise, extemporize.

You have encyclopedic knowledge

In your little life-so-far;

Gifts and talents, skills, capacities;

Experiential knowledge

You absorbed the moment you took breath.

 

If you do what I advise

You see patterns that transmogrify,

Patterns that will make you wise;

Patterns when you make each minute your device.

 

Despite anomalies,

Quirks, and incongruities,

This the key to bring to light

The star you are,

Becoming brighter with each gesture.

 

Make a pact with you yourself

Put old habits on the shelf of things gone by.

 

You improvise,

You start to fly.

By and by

You are the sharpest, deepest, most profound and visionary

You alive.

 

Improvising Your Way Through Life 8.5.2017

Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Need To Think Of Starts

02 Aug 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, circling round energy, circling round reality, nature of & in reality Tags:

 

Everything that starts has sparks of coming into being,

For everything I know through all my senses

Has a life, even the rock.

Tick tock. (its life takes time).

It isn’t hard to think through to a cause primeval; one original,

Pristine: a first! After all, what hasn’t had a first?

With first comes what will form.

Will form forms from a light.

What doesn’t have a core of light?

Without the light there’d just be night,

Light being first in all the firsts.

Completeness not yet born.

(Oh darn, words are inadequate).

 

In this entirety it isn’t hard to picture bliss;

But with this bliss unhappiness – qualities with opposites:

Good/bad and something in between.

Light and dark, it’s suffix –ness.

Consciousness.

If anything will lead to starts,

It’s knowing that and all its parts –

Or is it one?

Now there’s the fun –

Finding out if it is One,

If you and I and we are one.

 

It may lie in the memory;

This need may start primarily with me.

I need to think of starts.

 

I Need To Think Of Starts 8.1.2017

Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Very,Very & Fantastic

29 Jul 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, a sense of the ridiculous II, our times our cultureII Tags:

She struggles with each verb and noun,

Adjective, conjunction, article and even

Pronoun.

All to better brain:

Maintain

The art parts, smart parts,

A la carte parts.

 

There are leaders:

Chairmen of the boards who stay

Long adolescent in some way.

Ambitious, never swaying

From their standpoints, outlooks and perspective. Oy!

A very, very Oy yoy yoy!

 

“I am best! Don’t mess with me,

Don’t carp or bleat.

My words unquestionably

right

And those who choose to disagree…

Are rendered useless usefully.

My deeds, and all I nominate

Are very, very, very great!

I live on very un-elastic,

Very, very and fantastic!

 

Very, Very & Fantastic 7.29.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Cook For My Husband #2 (shaved & scissored)

28 Jul 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, definitely didactic, I Is Always You is We Tags:

     I Cook For My Husband #2 (shaved & scissored)

 

I cook for my husband

The way I would cook for a king.

And I’d cook for the king

(If ever he’d ring)

The way I cook for my husband.

With skill, choice and taste of the day,

What e’er’s in the cupboard to make a buffet

Fit for a king or my husband.

No problem or trouble,

Food is a bubble

Lasting an hour from mouthful to bowel.

If house guest should scowl or glower or frown,

Finding it uphill to get the food down,

I take it serenely,

Comport myself queenly,

Tell him or her

The next meal will be better,

It’s fine to leave morsels of food on the plate

And leave it at that,

It being one method to never get fat.

 

I Cook For My Husband #2 7.27.2017

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Sitting In My Own Light (one more funeral)

27 Jul 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, birth death & in between II Tags:

Sitting In My Own Light

  (one more funeral)

 

Sitting in my own light,

Senses alert.

Eyes see, ears hear –

Most of all, the brain is clear,

Emotions still.

Still one more funeral –

Or three or four,

Waiting for those bells to toll.

 

Sitting In My Own Light 7.27.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

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