Sitting In My Own Light (one more funeral)

Sitting In My Own Light

  (one more funeral)


Sitting in my own light,

Senses alert.

Eyes see, ears hear –

Most of all, the brain is clear,

Emotions still.

Still one more funeral –

Or three or four,

Waiting for those bells to toll.


Sitting In My Own Light 7.27.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

When I’m Gone


When I’m gone

I’d like whomever,

To sit ‘round a table,

Read a poem or two or eight,

Tell a joke, a story,


On me with love the modus operandi.


Meanwhile I endeavor

To make this life a label,

Every movement something –

Health, a lesson, teaching.

Life is peachy if I let it,

Up and out and reaching.


When I’m Gone 7.1.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

Leaving Mirrors 2012

Leaving Mirrors

Seeping away,

Leaking through the pores

Of caring.

Leading to an ignorance

Of mirrors, fears,

Opinions, tears;

Spots that toll the bells

Of funerals.

Leaving Mirrors 3.16.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

If You Knew (a) 2008

              If You Knew (a)

If you knew the time your death was due

What choices would you make?

Delay the day?

Test DNA?

New testament?

If the best test known to man suggested

This or that,

And that meant finish

Would you want to know

That on

The thirty first

Your destiny

Was the last breath?


A question

Had to ask.

© If You Knew 2.20.2008

Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin

Getting Used To Death 2008

           Getting Used To Death

Long, drawn out or quick and sudden?

Which would I prefer?

Long, drawn out gets friends and family used to it-

The chronic it. Grateful when you’ve gone –

Glad that the suffering is over

(For the other and themselves);

Daily visits, altered schedules,

Shifts from love’s devotedness

To medical frustrations, system weaknesses

That make one mad;

All over with and terminated.

Long gives time for settlement: insurance, testament;

Allows for karmic caring, showing

Love long put to bed.

Long gives sacrifice a shine.

Long is a great revealer. And

The chosen one can choose the kind

Of funeral and casket. And,

(If one has nerve to ask) command

Donation or cremation or the ordinary earth.

A long, drawn out passing-on has hope,

The chance to think forgiveness.

Quick’s shock is numbs.

Quick is another sorrow.

No tomorrow for a chat, that being that,

Things left undone, unsaid –resolved,

Quelled and dispelled ambition.

Quick spurns longtime-suffering,

Morphine dependence, side effects.

Quick has its points to favor it:

Embarrassment and diapered shit

A non-existent shame.

Quick is the name of she or he

Who laughed while waving, crossed a street,

Or said goodnight and never woke;

Whose brain still spoke,

Who had no time to fear.

Which one would I prefer,

(If I could choose at all?)

© Getting Used To Death 1.6.2008

Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin




Fooling Father Time 2008

                Fooling Father Time

Is Father Time a father?

Really, truly a creator?

A protector?

If it’s true, why do we trick

And flatten out new wrinkles – use the

Twinkly toes on rows of cream and salves?


If he were father, everybody’s kindly father,

Why would life be linear?

Smooth, chubby bodies

Turning skinnier,

And men and women readier

And ready for…their graves?


But we’re ‘worth it’,

Buying l’oreals and restylanes

And product lines to shave the lines

That so-called Father you’re-so-vain Time

Lays on us for what?

The point? There seems no point

In fooling ‘round with, or just fooling time –

And you don’t have to call him father.

© Fooling Father Time 9.21.2008

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

Arlene Corwin



I Do Not Recognize 2008

         I Do Not Recognize

I do not recognize

The face that passes by

The me-rror.

Find it hard to give it credence,



That me-rror shows

An ever-changing wrinkling skin

Reflecting someone

Else within.

The yogic,



Must be/are correct,

And I suspect

That I

Am not my body,

And my body

Is not where I’m found – my ground.

I’ll have to grind the mirror’s glass

To powder

So I need no longer pass it ever

And complain.

Arlene Corwin

© I Do Not Recognize 1.30.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Nature;

Circling Round Woman; I is Always You Is We;Circling Round Vanities;







Gone 2008


It isn’t that I was beautiful,

But youth has beauty

Grounded in the supple;

Muscle tone, proportions

Lip to nose,


Shortened, lengthened, thickened –


The elasticity, the cheekbone

With its hostile lines

That droop the jaw down

Through the neck.

Not the loss

But changes [to the]

Peers, me, us –

My generation aging,

Dying, disappearing.

Knowledge which, though solace

Craves an answer ring

That hasn’t come.

© Gone 10.23.2008

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

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Wrinkles; I Is Always You Is We; Time;

Arlene Corwin





If A Bad Man Believes 2009

       If A Bad Man Believes

If a bad man believes in God

He has the peace

That every good man has.

God doesn’t care – good/bad, bad/good


Just rewards –

Desserts that have their ground in faith.

It’s faith that counts.


What happens after,

I have no idea – but have


No clue,

But there are clues

To chains

That point to balance;

Clues to chains

That point

To resolution,

Clues that point to fixed results –


That do not end with death

But point to immortality,


For choices made

Not dying death.


Birth, death and an in between,

The constant chain.

© If A Bad man Believes 1.17.2009

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic;

I Is Always You Is We; Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic;



Day After #2

                 Day After #2

One day

After New Year’s Eve;

Nine years

Post millennium:

Continuation ordinaire,

Nothing changed but numbers.

What makes dates so great?

Why the fireworks

To signalize

A time that’s anyway here/gone?

I am a yin/yang person

Thinking all the time –

What’s there to celebrate

When it’s a fiction?

© Day After 1.2.2009

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Reality;

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

Arlene Corwin


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