Wandering Around In My Mind 2013

Wandering Around My Mind

 

Sitting comfortably:

32 inch white TV;

Documentary;

Himalayas:

Freezing folk, surviving, thriving;

Minus thirty centigrade.

Nomads sixty looking ninety,

Tending goat kids tenderly,

While watching out for

Predators: cats big as tigers.

 

Albert Cat is lying licking,

Right leg sticking

Over sofa like a king,

No bird of prey to worry him,

No giant scary cat to fear;

Not understanding what he’s got,

Not cognizant about his lot deluxe

And what it means;

Contrast between cats and screens,

Life’s brevity,

The prematurely

Agéd

Nomad.

Here, a revelationary

Sadness: cryptic, specious maybe,

Forcing pen to paper.

 

 

Wandering Around My Mind 2.17.2013/4.23.2013

Cat Book; Circling Round Nature; the Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Albert The Forgiving 2013

Albert The Forgiving

He wants to bite.

I wag my finger.

Whining just a bit,

He sits.  I win

This time.

He shambles out, a little

Disappointed cat.

I know exactly ‘where he’s at’,

His psyche visible.

Then, as usual

He’s back

Albert the gentle.

I think that’s incredible!

Albert The Forgiving 3.31.2013

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

The Most Natural One Of Us (In The House) 2012

The Most Natural One of Us (In The House)

 

The most natural one of us

In the house

Is Albert Cat.

When lengthened days of May

Manipulate his melatonic ways

And night sings

“Come to me my melatonic baby”,

He succumbs,

Coming through his door

At four,

(that’s right, that’s 4a.m. at night)

For Cat’s Delite,

At which a.m.

He joins Ms Corwin in

The bed.

No

Get-up-go-

                 to-work ethos,

No

Three-meals-cut-out-mouse-

                                         snacks club,

No member of the ‘idle hands

Make-devil’s-work  society,

He follows days circadiant,

His nature conflict-free.  At ease. 

He spends no years in therapy

Spending his money or monies.

Nah, the most nah-tural of us

In this or any house

Is he.

 

 

The Most Natural One of Us 5.21.2012

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

This Is The Now 2012

This Is The Now

 

This is the now –

Not less worthy than

The other now when

I was writing verse a now ago.

 

Albert standing on a branch

Poking paw into its pine-ey needles,

Hunting something I can’t see.

Does he hear something?

It’s inaudible to me.

 

Pine branch lying on the lawn.

How can Albert find so many holes to claw?

Endless variations on a theme,

His every motion synchronized.

AH!  I see!  The schemer!

It’s a mouse.

 

Fifteen minutes later:

He’s still at it.

In my anti- nature-has-its-ways-

I’ve piled more branches on the first.

Instinct-Albert isn’t peeved.  He doesn’t curse.

He vaults the mini-Everest.

Front, back, aha, he’s got the drift,

Trying (not-too-hard) to lift

a branch.

Believe you me, they’re heavy.

 

Albert is relentless, ready, tail swishing.

Poor, poor mouse,  I wish

That I could make it so you lived to see

Another day!

(Albert, why

are you not tired out

or losing focus?)

Systematic, specialized par excellence

This game of cat and-nows.

 

This Is The Now 3.26.2012

Circling Round Nature; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

For My Well Being 2008

           For My Well Being

Of course he knew

He was about to die,

For he was ‘in it’

Every moment,

‘Living in it’ as he died.

Still I cry

Without a will.

I want to think

There is no real Death.

For my well-being,

Got to think

It’s only change of form.

Now that he’s gone,

I need to think

It is a change from

Cat to cat.

No thinking makes more sense than that

For my well being.

© For My Well Being7.15.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

He Knew 2008

              He Knew

Of course he knew

He was about to die,

For he was ‘in it’

Every moment,

‘Living in it’ as he died.

Still I seem to be crying

Without willing it.

I want to think

There is no real Death.

For my well-being,

Got to think

It’s just a change of form.

Now that he’s gone,

I need to think

It’s just a change from

Cat to cat.

No thinking makes more sense than that

For my well being.

© He Knew 4.24.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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