Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 2008

         Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady
I do the simplest things.
I ‘m stuck.
I seem to have lost intellect.
My grandchild [not the least moonstruck]
Sails in and out of little icons she calls forth
With whispered touch.
I’ve  not one crutch,
Dare not expect much.
Bared and crouched for semaphores
That only come from self. Ouch,
I should branch out,
Taking risks; latch on to newer things.
It is a kind of secret sloth,
Concealed from all who look
And see a working being.
Only I know what they are not seeing:
Pulls that lie behind this eight ball.
Ought not rail, my head not throb at failure,
But take on my newest tutor.
I must turn on my computer:
©Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 02.1.18/01.12.6./rev7.12.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin

Leaving Sixty-Six 2001

     Leaving Sixty-Six

In two more months

I leave this year;

But not without an almost-tear –

Parts run-to-seed,



Between incoming day

When I was born,

And rushing opposition .

Two more months of basking in

The double six now closing in

And catching up on seven.

Will it have its compensations

Now that death, more palpable in seven

Points a finger out towards heaven?


Became a bag of tricks:

How to fool retired, hidden growth hormone

To strengthen bone

By lifting two small weights each day;

Less caffeine, knee bends.

Not bad.

It threw the brain into new play:

Computer knowledge on its way;

Resolve more fixed:

Determination without

Silly desperation, hesitation,

Pro-con-pro, yes, yes, no,

Not bad with hints and glints

Of new beginnings. Trends

Coupled to ends.

Sixty-six to sixty-seven:

More continuum, more chain,

More stairways up,

More circles closing,

More a break through pain

Originating in the brain;

More easy self-control,

The closing circle’s hole

With something in the middle;

Riddle closer to solution.

Compensations in a nutshell.

And the shells are in the bowl.

©Leaving Sixty-Six 01.9.10

Pure Nakedness; Birth, Death & In Between; Time; Circling Round Wrinkles; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin


I Waited 2001/2003/2004

     I Waited

I waited for the time to hit –

It did.

It has.

Waited and expected,

Not believing that would.

It did,

While I was diddling,

Talking about change

That never could touch me.

It did.

It has

Continued to


Its flecks on torso;

Puckers, wrinkles, more so,

Even-ing out the wino,


And who so

Thinks otherwise

Is in for one surprise

When deathblows

Change hands out

Hits their time.

© I Waited 01.4.15/03.12.13 (rev.04.6.11 )

Time; Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between;

Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin


Cantata for Solo Violin 2007

Cantata For Solo Violin By Bach

Cantata for solo violin
Stands on its own.
No orchestra, it’s brilliant.
Comes a bigger group:
Brass band or chamber
Making what?
More of cantat’?
Grab confidence, (latent or not)
Conquistador of yours.
The minimum can stand-alone.

©Cantata For Solo Violin By Bach 07.5.1
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin

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