30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, circling round energy, circling round reality Tags: 2008, circling round energy, circling round reality
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
30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round energy, circling round wrinkles Tags: 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round energy, circling round wrinkles
Broken Sleep
Insomnia.
It’s noon.
Lying in bed,
A gossip mag
My sister in-law buys.
Here, because
At seventy-
(poetic license)
Sleep
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
Thigh,
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
14 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round vanities, circling round woman, lessons to be learned, life, our times our culture, special people special occasions Tags: 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round vanities, circling round woman, lessons to be learned, life, our times our culture, special people special occasions
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,
Headstrong;
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
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round time Tags: 1998, birth death & in between, circling round energy, circling round time
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
13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in a sense of the ridiculous, circling round energy, circling round nature Tags: 1998, circling rond nature, circling round energy
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
07 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1993, circling round energy, circling round nature, to the child mystic Tags: 1993, circling round energy, circling round nature, to the child mystic
Author of the human race:
Dot,
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/
Peacefully.
Primal Energy, My Best Friend#3
Primal energy.
The key
To memory,
Humil/simplic-
Humanity;
And finally,
Totality.
07 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1993, circling round energy, nature of & in reality Tags: 1993, circling round energy, nature of & in reality
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.
28 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 2007, circling round energy, circling round nature, circling round reality, nature of & in reality, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: 2007, circling round energy, circling round nature, circling round reality, nature of & in reality, processes creative thinking meditative
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
Potent
-ial.
©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
12 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 2008, circling round energy, circling round nature Tags: 2008, circling round energy, circling round nature
December days
In Gothenburg.
By solstice,
Darkness
Will have crept,
Leapt
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
Sitting,
Sits,
Instead of walking, yet by Christmas
Light is everywhere.
Cars stop, we stare
From house to shop,
Shortness compensated for.
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Energy;
Arlene Corwin
01 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 1996, circling round energy, circling round nature, life, nature of & in reality, our times our culture Tags: 1996, circling round energy, circling round nature, nature of & in reality, our times our culture
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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