Four Airplane Two Train Crashes Later (b) 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,”

And other

Ways to utter

Doomsday fears

Which utterances

Point to, lead to

Searchings of and for a soul

That’s you.

And still,

The people fumble, stumble, mumble,

While the people ought to watch themselves,

But don’t.

 

© Four Airplane Two Train Crashes Later 9.16.2008

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Things Are Dying Off 1997

 

 

      Things Are Dying Off

Things are dying off.

I go outside to water the

Tomatoes, and I notice that

The other plants, once juicy green

Are starting to de-clothe,

And I’m surprised.

It’s happened in a week,

When all my expectations speak

Of succulence: greens, mauves and blue.

I go outside and they’re all through,

Save one or two who’ll thrive,

Survive the snow –

And I’m surprised at my surprise,

My lack of observation.

Surely there are signs to read

That speak for all creation.

If I sharpened all my senses,

I would notice – way ahead –

When nature’s fruitfulness was done,

Taking death without surprise,

Which knack alone

Would make me wise.

But I’m still far away from that.

 

*

*written three days after the death of Princess Diana.

did I mean Di-ing off?

©

 

Things Are Dying Off 97.9.2Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

When A Celebrity Dies 1994

      When A Celebrity Dies

A celebrity dies. You feel cheerless and bad –

Tear in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

A jolt in the gut,

And though you’ve never met, you are sad,

Really saddened –

And then you forget.

You stand at the dishes, washing each plate

The radio tells you we’ve lost someone great:

Great career, greater life –

And you brillo the knife.

 

Why is it hard to remember to suffer?

It’s hard to be cheerless as long as you’d wish.

You feel base, superficial, a hypocrite, shallow.

The man had a gift. He was also a dish.

 

He ought to be hallowed –

But five minutes pass and the pause is aborted,

Unless you remind yourself sometime that morning.

Gone is the mourning – already so short.

Your living goes on –

And his ship’s gone to port.

©When A Celebrity Dies 94.10.25

Birth, Death & In Between; Special People Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

*on the death of Burt Lancaster

 

 

 

 

 

 

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