Before One Goes


So many views,

So many points of view, like stars on view:

Endless views of what to do

Before one goes.

One goes, and that’s at fact! So

What to do the years before? Pursue,

Objectives always wished for?

Conquer failings, vanquish vice? Or

Simply follow where you’re priceless nature leads? For,

Mirroring the way it leads,

(Which needs an insight to uncover

What the inward lover

Knows – for knows it does…)

Solutions lie deep down,

Still bound,


Awaiting future’s still beyond.

Before one goes, a word of wisdom:

Follow your instinctive nose, through

still-enclosed abilities;

Those yet to be exposed, still poised sublimities

All set to rise.


Before One Goes 5.4.2015

Birth, Death & In Between II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin



Seventy & Eight


Seventy and eight:

You’ve definitely

Set aside some vanity.

What is it but priority?

And some priorities have changed.

It’s called acceptance.

Skin that’s re-arranged itself

Without permission.

When you’re nearing birthdays

Each and every

Twelvth damned month,

You shun

The cant if you’re observant.

This has that… and that’s a pain,

Marriages have come and gone,

You’ve eaten everything on offer.

Gone the need to entertain

The suffering’s more neutralized;

So many friends and kin have died.

You’ve channeled drives

That used to thrive on pleasure.

With a birthday coming up

You’re going down each second’s unit

So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.

Here is where it gets didactic:

Birthdays coning up – don’t hope but have it.

As for vanity, retract it.

That’s it.


Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012

Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & InBetween II;

Arlene Corwin

Midsummer 2012


We celebrated midsummer.

Now It’s over.

We ate herrings, mackerel, dill, potatoes,

Grilled tomatoes, chicken, rice;

Cheese, grapes: weariless our appetites;

Strawberries, cream, cake & coffee.

Drinking red and elderberry,

And we toasted

Summer’s solstice.

We played boule, guitar and sang;

Discoursed till evening.

Anecdotes run into sand.

Now it’s over.

Nice if we could stop the day,

The shortened time betraying us.

Gratifying if we could detain the light

Night through, the winter through.

True to form,

The turning point has come,

And joy and cheer become a matter of interpretation.

How to hold on

To and keep them? You

Know cheer’s not in the solstice or

The party, for

They both are over

And it is no longer midsummer.

Midsummer 6.22.2012

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death /& In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

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