Things Are What They Are 2012

Things Are What They Are


My friend, no philosopher, says

“Things are what they are.”

My friend is sick.

She’s been that way through thin and thick.

Cheerful, never caustic,

Waving a finger at God,

She sends me her dyslexic letters,

Glad and positive.  She’s good.


Thinks are really what they are:

Nothing more.


Things Are What They Are 8.9.2012

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin



After The Bunion 2008

     After The Bunion
I’m tired of this body.
Pamper,  feed and vitamin it,

Beauty top priority.

But when chips are down,

Three days a-bed,

Papers read, 

Radio a-listenéd,

Computer sites computeréd,

Still sick and sickened,

I can sympathize with those who let it pass away

Voluntarily.  Yet,

Every glass is half-full,

Backs have  fronts,

Effects make causes new,

And you –

You’re not a body with a soul,

But soul with body.

Since you never know what waits,

The sick and tired body

Has a vanity-less duty

To hold out, push on the fates

And live.

© After The Bunion 11.16.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Vanities; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin



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