Country Life

Country Life

 

You wouldn’t think much happens here,

But I’m reminded as I write

That drama of the magnitude

Of Shakespeare’s tragedies unite,

Not open to the public.

Frogs are flattened,

Deer are drowned,

Dogs go lost,

Trees are downed –

Magnificent, gigantic things,

Significant beyond their rings.

Fledglings never get to fly,

Snakes are dropped from out the sky.

Desperate bees glassed-in in pain,

Looking, never finding ‘out’ –

You’d never guess

That in the neat and cared-for grass

The cat that sleeps here as I write

Becomes the reaper of the night –

A Jack the Ripper, skilled and heartless

Stalking, lurking, lurching –

Never dream that cosmic struggles

Make their place right here

Where battlegrounds and contests jeer

At life’s apparent concord.

Country life –

The quiet life

Where nothing seems to happen;

Let me tell you…

 

Country Life 9.7.2004

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Four Airplane Two Train Crashes Later (a) 2008

Four Airplane Two Train Crashes Later

Four airplane

Two train

Crashes

Later

– All within some days –

One says,

“Oh God,

Dear God,

My God,

An other

Doomsday ways to utter,

Which [ said utterances]

Point to, lead to

Visualizing

Steps ahead

And searchings of

The soul

That’s you.

 

© Four Airplane Two Train Crashes Later 9.14.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between; Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

There’s Tomorrow 1999 2007

          There’s Tomorrow

It takes a year to take this in.

If I don’t do a thing right now,

There is tomorrow.

And if I should go before,

The work exists:

It was completed.

By your works you shall be known.

Interrupted by a dying,

There’s an after and its outflow:

A tomorrow so,

Why worry –

And why rush?

Pay attention to the hush

Of silence.

© There’s Tomorrow 07.10.25 (revised from 99.6.18)

Birth, Death & In Between; The Processes: Creative. Thinking, Meditative;Time;

Arlene Corwin

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