Arlene Corwin Poetry

            Pause To Wonder

Pause to wonder, and in pausing try

To recollect your past and why

You’ve cause to wonder, not to wander,

Retrospect turned to meander.

Now you see it, now you don’t! If

You don’t search you won’t. Though you sniff

At old aromas, have the past shoved

Right before you by a scent loved

Long ago, cry at wounds

That never heal, at tunes

Sung long gone, at sins forgiven not,

Forgotten not, the blood clot

Never will dissolve, resolve,

Or just plain solve attachment, for

The only time that wondrous pause

Gives tit for tat,

Is if the tat is in the silent unattached. Abstruse?

It’s truth, the stitch in time

Given for tat, for when

You stop to think of then,Rememb’ring what in time saves nine, take

‘Stitch’, sew ‘then’ to ‘now’, then break

The ‘now’ sewn to forever.

That seed sown adjusts the ‘never’. –

And you have it! Tit for tat. ‘Now’

Is forever torn from ‘then’. How

All and you are one! As you blunder

On through life, thunder struck, under

Strife, momentarily torn asunder,

Take that time and pause to wonder.

© Pause To Wonder 1.1955

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic;

The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin