An Audience 2005

             An Audience

Audience, where are you?

Group who ‘feels’ my points of view,

Senses what I do

And thinks I’m worth the listening to:

Friends one hasn’t met as yet.

Audience of more than one, who

Digs the seeds I daily sow,

Backs stacks that grow.

Oh audience, I’m warbling.

©An Audience 05.1.22

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Pure Nakedness; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

All That Counts 2005

          All That Counts

Poetry to early jazz,


Women’s thighs.

Impassioned interests moment-ized:

It’s all that counts

©All That Counts 05.1.25

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

All Beginnings Have An End 1995 2005

               All Beginnings Have An EndHaydn wrote his last, lived on for six more years.

‘Papa’ Hayd-, prolific Hayd-, productive Haydn

Never stopped;

A last quartet, then he was through.

Maybe Papa Haydn popped,

Cropped his life and turned into

A gardener!

Had he lost his ‘papa’ clout?

It seems he opted out.

Had he broken through illusion?

Found his still point? Lost his will?

More to the point,

When gift’s become full-blown,

More feels like less and crown noblesse

Invites a pause and settling down –

Ambition’s push a wish expired.

Time comes, if you’ve given all,

Inventiveness may pall,

The old exciting games a faulty

Use of time. You’re tired!

Endless twists, flicks of the wrist;

Never tamed and open framed raw energy

All have an end.

Pretending otherwise is madness.


All Beginnings Have An End 95.3.9/05.4.28The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin



Watching A Documentary About The Universe’s Creation 2005

          Watching A Documentary About the Universe’s Creation

When I see universes fly,

I back away.

When I see universes in my mind,

And travel round my brain to find

The ridges, tracks, synapses –

That’s another story.

I’m the forehead shooting sparks,

Shooting arrows to the right, left,

Over ear, down rounded back –

A globe of influence accessible;

A visit of research: a mine and mine.

Project of projection without end:

A friend.



After Watching A Documentary About The Universe’ Creation 05.10.10

A Matter Of Choice 2005

            A Matter Of Choice

If life could have a codicil;

One extra, healthy, gladdening meal,

What would you give? It feels

That I am in a driver’s

Seat of choices, turning wheels

I own:

But not exclusively alone.

What would you give to live?


©A Matter Of Choice 05.3.11

Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin


A Car Is An Idea 2005


               A Car Is An Idea

A car is an idea

In the mind of Henry Ford.

Henry Ford is an idea in the mind of God –

A non-thing:

Perfection in its nothingness,


If nothingness has qualities,

(The quality perfection)

It is something-ness,

It is a something.


Language doesn’t fit.



A Car Is An Idea 05.11.14Nature In & Of Reality; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin





You Can’t Escape Yourself 1989 2005 2006 2007


               You Can’t Escape Yourself

You’re getting bald. You say “Damn!

Why was I born to a family

Where the men lose their hair,

And the women get thin on the top?”

Desperate to make it stop

You change shampoo,

Taking hormones, selenium. You

Are too scared. It’s those genes.

You read health magazines, trying means

That cost dearly.

You’re fifty-three;

Time clock and family tree,

Dastardly, bastardly, lasting past ancestry

Quietly share in your hair and declare

That you’re called to be bald.

Bow, yield, accept! It is strong to accept.

Type those poems! Edit works!

Write without fits and jerks!

Send those letters! Stay fit!

Stop that coffee… “Oh, shit!

Where is the energy so sorely needed,

With sleep and rest coming out best?

Why is the good that I would…and etcetera too,

Just exactly the bad that I do?

But I’ve strayed, lost the meter. The poem is delayed.

It’s free form and discipline’s pros-e-try bent;

A poem ex-patriot: eye-form with content.

Content with that we can come back in a while,

Selves and the moment are never escapable.

Cause and effect the creators, create.

It’s never too late. We can wait,

Drape our fates in the work,

And be glad for our lot.



You Can’t Escape Yourself 89.8.6/05.9.30/06.12.31/07.2.24I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; Nature In & Of Reality;

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin




Three Years, Three Months 2005

              Three Years, Three Months

Three years, three months.

There is some magic in our dates:

Magic in the ages reached;

Magic in the distance between you and me:

Sixty -seven. Seventy.

You’re catching up. (I’m being silly)

There will always be three years, three months

Between us.

Once a year you have a claim

To birthday fame

You say means nothing.

I think it’s a magic ring –

Three years, three months

That binds us.

Let’s go out for lunch.

©Three Years, Three Months 05.2.6

Love Relationships; Special People Special Occasions; (K) Birthday Book;

Arlene Corwin




And My Teeth Ache Too 2005

     And My Teeth Ache Too

A day does not go by

When I

Don’t think of death

And, out of breath,

I rest from having clipped a hedge,

A birch, a pine – and ponder as I watch

My insides palpitate,

My heart rate

Faster –

As it used to be in young orgasms.

And my teeth ache too!


And My Teeth Ache Too 05.9.26

Always A Miracle 2005

     Always A Miracle

Always a wonder,

This thinking of titles,

Ideas that ensue;

Always surprise.

One knows of a time

When there wasn’t a thing

To declaim or proclaim or exclaim

Since the only drive driving

Was impulse on instinct

On blind intuition:

Pyramid layers.


when there’s nothing to say,There is still observation.

A miracle:


to sayAnd a way

To express it.

©Always A Miracle 05.11.21

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

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