Arlene Corwin Poetry

A Puff Of Air

I’ve analyzed accomplishment,

I’ve me-oh-my’d achievement;

I’ve listed fame and reputation,

How it feels and what it gives,

(how it felt and what it gave);

The money gain, and what it brought,

The flatter-satis-

Faction

That was sought

And won

And at the same time, none

of these.

Mostly, sometimes, always –

Never;

Every word a concept-phrase, a phase

And in the end, a puff of air;

An I-don’t really-care-it doesn’t-matter, patter

Glib, an empty fib, semantic gibberish,

Emptied, slowed,

With no place on this earth to go.

It isn’t pleasant.

Left inside – the present:

Not one bit of optimism,

[maybe just] a hint of hope;

All the rest a “Nope,

‘this is a puff of air” its definition.

Revelation

Isn’t always fair

(With no one really to complain to.)

A Puff Of Air 3.26.2012

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin