When You’re Alone (2 versions)

                When You’re Alone

When you’re alone more than half of each day,

Can you make sure that it doesn’t decay?

I suppose

You could wash out the hosiery,

Dust, vacuum, chat on the phone,

Watch the tube

(Feeling much like a boob) –

I know lots who do that.

You could scrub walls and floors,

Pots and pans…

My own day has its plans

Which it forms from its hub,

Is its nub:

A lie in the tub,

A walk to the post;

Whatever shows up

Ends in verse anyway,

Which lipsticks the day

As it coiffures the gray

Of aloneness.

 

Original:

 

When you’re alone more than half of each day,

How can you see that it doesn’t decay?

I guess and suppose

You could wash out the hosiery,

Dust, vacuum, chat

On the phone, watch the tube.

I know others who scrub

Out the pots and the pans.

My day has its plans                                                    

Which it forms from the mail

And whatever shows up.

It all ends in verse ;

Some is good, some is worse.

But it feels jolly good

And it sure lifts the curse

Of aloneness.

  When You’re Alone1.28.2000 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; 1&2 (revisited, re-formed 3.6.2018)Arlene Corwin

 

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