And The World Gets Through Its Day


And the world goes on without me.

And the world gets through its day.

And you never start a sentence with an‘and’.

As I contemplate the boil on my gum,

The germ that could remove me in a night,

I take offense, collected sum

Of steam a dissipating stream

Which no one would so much as modify

One nano-second’s schedule for.

Earth without an Arlene in it

Without one self-adjusted minute.

Ants don’t change their habit-dance

Corroborating colleague ants

Who pass away, heads bitten off.

Gigantic are the forces

Pushing onward, forward,

Only nodding towards mortality.

This very day

My childhood friend rings up to say

His chemo- has been discontinued – insufficient.

Chemicals were not enough.

Stupid crab has gotten tougher,

Shifting upwards towards the head.

And the world gets through its day.

And the world goes on without one.

And you never start a sentence with an ‘and’.

 

And The World Gets Through Its Day 10.20.2006 (a little addition line 11 8.30.2016)

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Way Or Another 6.16.2014

One Way Or Another

 

One way or the other

Mind winds, twirls, coils slowly,

Folds itself in preparation.

I, the center, taking in

Whole starving continents,

Shark fins

Hacked. Millions slain,

Left drowning for their fiscal gain;

Death all around in possibility and fact.

Hypothesis and actuality

Tease, freeze the thoughtful. We

(the royal we) are not the least bit pleased!

Of course, ‘we’s little me,

Hidden by a cheerful personality.

 

Abstruse, but trust me – it’s of use –

We are but phases,

Layers: sun sign, moon sign,

What’s on

The horizon

At your time of birth;

The outer, inner – in this case,

A sunny outer, gloom/doom inner:

Nakedness, my makéd-ness,

Reminding with a constancy

Death’s palpability

In one way or the other.

 

One Way Or Another 6.16.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Such A Pity 2013

Such A Pity

Such a pity

That life has to end,

Great talents and

The little man –

It doesn’t matter.

Scattered ashes,

Rotted flesh –

There’s nothing fresh

About death –

Or is there?

Such A Pity 7.10.2013

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

Death & Destruction 2013

Death & Destruction

 

Father’s birthday:

He’d have been a hundred five.

But he is gone and I’m alive

To witness bombs in Boston:

Boston’s marathon. Bombs in Boston!

Death/destruction

Don’t try to imagine!  Don’t!

 

Two friends; a husband, wife

Are just about to leave this life

From cancer, both.

A strange coincidence, a trick

Of God,

Two braided fates.

How odd!

How odd of God

To choose in twos.

 

Death/destruction: strangers, friends

Whose ends, abrupt or gradual,

I hate

While I await my own,

The date unknown.

Is there a point?

Under exuberance a sadness

And a search for permanence –

At least of peace.

And I must read, ask the I Ching,

Bring on a way of reasoning,

Accepting,

All –ings that have to do

With understanding.

 

Death & Destruction 4.15.2013

Birth, Death & In Between II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Unanswered Or Unanswerable 2012

Unanswered Or Unanswerable

 

All those that leave us,

Leave behind

Unanswered questions.

We’ll never really know our parents,

Certainly can never intimately

Be alive to history.

 

In fact, what do we know?

Who do we know?

Ourselves – and hardly that!

 

What can we know?

Well, if they’re right –

(The seers and the ones

who break the seal of secrecy)

Ourselves, a Self  – observe the capital –

Revealed

What was concealed

To we, to those

Who leave at every moment.

 

Unanswered Or Unanswerable 4.26.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Reality;

To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

In Every Meteor & Stone 2012

In Every Meteor & Stone

Meter-less

 

Never ending nebulosa:

Nursery of death becoming life.

Orion Nebula – new generations:

Stars

And planets

Meter-less as life.

 

Why should I be apprehensive,

Worry about dying when

Life is

In all the universe

All of the time

In every meteor and stone.

 

Every meteor and stone –

Just think.

 

In Every Meteor & Stone 4.16.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

No Background Music 2012

            No Background Music

 

There’ll be no background music then;

Valleys that refuse to sing,

Glens that ring out nothing –

Dales too. 

Only

Quiet.

How to get used to the mute

Unqualified;

No angel choir,

No Gabriel to tootie toot.

There being so much music

In the background –

Does that frighten you?

 

No Background Music 2.11.2012

Vaguely About Music II; Birth Death & In Between II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

Mortal Moment 2009

Mortal Moment Every one A mortal moment Birth to grave; A second’s death, A passing something Deep within the very growth. My beautiful young twenty year old Visitors who sit with me out in the sun, Who study for becoming one of life’s participants, Are one already with the moment Non-exempt. The pyramid Descends, Upends, Over, Ever. © Mortal Moment 3.23.2009 Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin

Mortal Moment

 Every one

A mortal moment

Birth to grave;

A second’s death,

A passing something

Deep within the very growth.

My beautiful young twenty year old

Visitors who sit with me out in the sun,

Who study for becoming one of life’s participants,

Are one already with the moment

Non-exempt.

The pyramid

Descends,

Upends,

Over,

Ever.

 

© Mortal Moment 3.23.2009

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

It’s Time 2008

          It’s Time

It’s time:

To take to dying;

Time:

To end the unacceptable

Susceptibility to vanity.

Time:

To say bye bye,

Take Self-self seriously.

Serious and permanent.

In some sweet way.

© It’s Time 11.10.2008

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Vanities;

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

 

 

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