Coming Out 2008

      Coming Out

I’m coming out!

Into new forms

Which are

Realities to me.

I’m coming out!

To forms

In service of my life –

To life in general.

Coming out!

My energies

From inner places

(Call them depths)

to serve the highest

and the widest.

Coming out

To move

and serve,

and prove the forms

that form my day.

© Coming Into The Day 9.10.2008

Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin


Broken Sleep 2008

       Broken Sleep


It’s noon.

Lying in bed,

A gossip mag

My sister in-law buys.

Here, because

At seventy-

(poetic license)


Is dear

Wakefulness cheap.

So here I sit,

MacDonald’s tray of red,

Milk, honey, bread

Balanced precariously

‘Tween multi-pillowed head

And glossy magazinéd


The daily start retarded.

Fallen angels fall, most likely,

From a lack of discipline.

© Broken Sleep 12.5.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Energy; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin



How Not To Save Money 1998

      How Not To Save Money

A good job:

You’ve got it!

No snob,

And yet you eat out

Quite a lot;

All over town,

This restaurant, that café,

This talked about museum, that play,

This club,

This pub –

Why not?

You’re earning pounds, so use them.

A good flat, clothes,

Of course!

No clothes horse,

But what’s ‘in’ is key –

Not consciously,

But in the stream.

Friends, trips –

One needs the new,

To come to grips

With life. One’s young,


One doesn’t smoke,

And one or two good trips a year

Do well to stoke

The fires.

Still no risk of getting old,

Growing bald,

Losing out to someone younger

On the job or in the home.

The time’s to find out

Who you are, and what to do

About the days and nights you roam

The streets with gobs

Of energy, a heart that throbs.

Philately, a cup of tea,

Reflecting on the death of days,

The endless, certain, fickle ways

Of change –

Now’s not the time to pan the range,

Examine change.

It’s all so strange,

It’s all so new:

Now is the time to do.©


How Not To Save Money 98.7.2

Borrowed Time 1998

       Borrowed Time

It’s always borrowed time, it is:

A little sore that doesn’t heal

As quickly it might or should;

A startling blurring in the sight,

Left eye hazier than right,

(Noticed over just a night);

A little blood

That shouldn’t be,

And slightly lessened energy –

Pint-sized jolts that hint at transience.

Little messes that depress

Easily – too easily.

Thinking in clichés can help.

The hackneyed phrase can also help:

‘There’s no one who gets out alive.’

The age might just as well be five

As sixty-five or ninety-five.

The puzzle is this urge to fight,

So time’s light can stay on – and on.

Time borrowed, not your own;

A loan

Is all it is.




Borrowed Time 98.4.25

Accepting The Flu 1998


      Accepting The Flu

Okay body, do your job!

Let the mucous slobber out

In retribution for some sin:

Shaking hands, going in

To someone’s home

When someone’s child

Was sick with some-

Thing mild –

A cough she’d got when on a trip –

And I’ve the nose that’s left to drip,

A throat that’s hoarse and getting worse,

The yellow pain my self-caused curse.

Okay Law, you’re not perplexed –

You know the rules of cause/effect

From wish to apex,

Climax, end –

You who make illness bend

And die away and out –

Ameliorate this bout

Of flu,

Or what all else you think to do

Through body, mind, will and soul.

With a mind to make things whole

I yield, acknowledging defeat.

I’m backing down and in retreat.

The sweating, chills, the throat, the head,

The loss of appetite, the cough –

It’s okay, karma.

Do your stuff!I know enough

To go to bed,

Hope this is a watershed.

And when folk come from other lands,

Though they be my own kin and friends

I’ll have the common sense,

(Hoping my hostess understands) –

To leave the kiss – and scrub my hands!



Accepting The Flu 98.7.8A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin


Primal Energy#1, 2, 3 1993

             Primal Energy#1
Primal energy out in space,

Author of the human race:


A spot,

But what it’s not

Is hot.

And still it shapes the plot.



Primal Energy #2

Primal energy

Reaching me

Turning quant-

To quality

And back again.

Oh, so passive/


Primal Energy, My Best Friend#3

Primal energy.

The key

To memory,



And finally,




Primal Energy# 1,2,3 8.18.1993Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; To The Child Mystic; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin







Energy’s The Nicest Thing I Know 1993

           Energy’s The Nicest Thing I Know
Energy’s the nicest thing I know:
What to do with it comes next.

Its force deprived I hate the most –

Feels like dying at one’s post.

A well-directed will, and it is so

Creative that one needs no text.

The day’s just day;

The way reveals itself as way.


Dear cherished flame –

Used, misused, it’s there the same,

And all I want is some of it

To drip into my veins non-stop;

Calm, discriminating drift and grit

Intelligently dropping upon

World, my friends, my foe –

For it’s the nicest things I know.



Energy’s The Nicest thing I Know 93.11.24Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Energy;
Arlene Corwin






Running Out Of Ideas 2007

          Running Out Of Ideas

Will it, can it ever happen?

(Can deserves italics)

Well, the way I see it

Cosmologically and such,

There is a touch of genius in the gene,

And in between the intra-space

Ideas stream, at rest or bubbling

À la cauldron in Macbeth,

Stirred or simmered

For this witch to alchemize,

Endless in



©Running Out Of Ideas 07.1.27

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Circling Round Energy;

Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Nature; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin








Shortened Days 2008

      Shortened Days

December days

In Gothenburg.

By solstice,


Will have crept,


Upon rays,

Held, kept down the rays

To twenty after three.

How subtle the activity

That minimizes hours

By the seconds,

Influence and powers

That keep skies gray mute.

One lies,

Instead of



Instead of walking, yet by Christmas

Light is everywhere.

Cars stop, we stare

From house to shop,

Shortness compensated for.

© Shortened Days 12.5.2008

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin


The Weather…Again 1996

The Weather…Again

July, the weather’s so unstable.

Twelve degrees. (That’s centigrade),

Sun inside, behind, unable to

Control the slate blue renegade

That barricades all heaven.

Climes unstable overall,

And though I hate it, I cannot relate

To heat or flood or squall

In any place where I’ve not gone –

Or cannot see in my mind’s eye.

So when a quake occurs in Tonga

Brain says ‘tch’ and yet,

I am beginning to complain

About the warmth we didn’t get.

I’m such a hypocrite.

We needed water –

Winter had no snow. I prayed for it.

When herds were set for undue slaughter,

When there was no grass to mow,

The deepest wells were low,

I did a dance when drops appeared.

But it’s July. Windy water whips the window.

What I had of cheer is dry.

I want sun to interfere.

Two sweaters, socks and all this gear

Belong to autumn, not July.

The thermosphere, the troposphere,

The aero-, hydrosphere – the sky,

Plain old veneer of normalcy-

I want it back!

No overdraft, a roof and food,

A man who works –

A life, in short, that’s awfully good

Is starting to react to fits and jerks

Of summers skipped, quasi seasons:

Season’s treasons.

If the sun plays peek-a-boo,

I’ll make no fuss or much ado,

But take a wise man’s overview:

Light a fire in the hearth,

Warm my heart and take a bath,

Take in the here and now and You.

©The Weather…again 96.7.3

Circling Round Nature; Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin


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