Broken Sleep 2013

Broken Sleep

It’s noon, that’s right, twelve noon,

Tired to the marrowbone,

Still in a nightgown,

Definitely lying down

In bed – a gossip mag-

My sister in-law throws my way.

Here, because at seventy-

(poetic license) sleep is dear;

Here, a tray

of red,

Milk, honey, bread

Precariously balanced

Between multi-pillowed head

And glossy magazinéd thigh,

The daily start retarded.

Fallen angels fall, most likely,

From a lack of energy.

(Any way you cut it,

It is luxury.)

Broken Sleep 12.5.2008 (revised 2.23.2013)

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

Arlene Corwin

Blues In The Winter 1995/2013

Blues In The Winter

This is the time to reflect on your karma,

It’s laws: this to that and choices that suit.

Time to reflect over dharma,

Your flaws; how the causes bear fruit;

This is the time for the un’s and the non’s:

Unflustered, unuffled, non-violent dispute.

Look at continuum’s window of nature:

Trees letting go of their leaves without fuss,

Grieve-less their rustle;

Adjusting to autumn and shortening days

Taking the lengthening rays and not

One mumbled moan about dying awhile.

We, kicking, screaming and dreaming up loss,

Cross out repose,

Our missile 

                        of brightness.

This is the time…

Blues In The Winter 10.4.1995/revised 1.24.2013

Circling Round Nature; I Is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic;

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

Occupied with Resistance: Rolling Up Jeans 2012

Notes Occupied With Resistance: Rolling Up Jeans

 

As I was rolling up the cuffs of my jeans, the denim kept thickening, resisting my attempts at rolling.  I found myself wanting to stop, when i realized that it as a sign that my hand was weak – not that the material was strong.

 

Mind has an inherent desire for good, every movement valuable.  Don’t let natural resistanceput you off..  Resistance is more a sign that that the particular, the momentary is precisely what you need to work on/go through/pass through.

 

I carried on rolling.  I’d won.

1.18.2011

 

Occupied With Resistance

Rolling up the cuffs,

Denim thickening, resisting

With each fold.

Wanting to break off, let go

(it is her natal weakness)

Seizing stitch

And see it as a sign.

It isn’t that the cuff was strong:

The hand was weak.

Occupied With Resistance 1.21.2012

Circliing Round Energy;

Arlene Corwin

 

Every Little Bit Helps 2008

            Every Little Bit Helps

Every little bit helps.

But if phrases

Sometimes fall into cliches, today’s

Cliche assists the passage

Onward, upward.

 

Sitting up in bed,

Pushing hard against a shelf

Self-help

Gets triceps used,

The fat reduced –

The whole a little tighter

And a lighter day for me

Because of every

Bit of energy

That energy becomes.

© Every Little Bit Helps 9.14.2008

Circling Round Energy; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

All At The Same Time 1995

     All At The Same Time

I like to start the day with coffee:

Half black power, half au lait,

Turn on the Beeb, begin a poem.

Taking down a favorite tome-

A little read – I clean the bedroom,

Roam downstairs and get involved.

The menu solved, I wipe the floor

Then jump-rump to piano where

I sit, playing a tune or four.

Go back and start a bread. Then yoga

In a toga or a sweat suit,

Standing on one foot I eat a fruit

Then fetch the radio and go outside

To clip a hedge

And while in motion find I dredge

A title, line, a word or two

From deep within the conscious. Whew!

I saunter back because I’m haunted

By the drive to write it up,

So then, undaunted, drink another cup

(I know it’s bad) of caffeined brew.

(It’s such a pleasant thing to do).

Then turning art toward starting lunch,

Poetic hunch aside, I stretch –

A bit more yoga. Oh, the post:

Walk up the road –four hundred meters.

Smell the air. What could be sweeter?

Well, that’s taken care of most.

It’s flame October, mushrooms wanting to be picked.

I’ve time to rove o’er hill and ditch, bog and moss.

I’ve no success.

Through trudge and brook and mushroom book

I know no longer where to look

And bear my bucket home again, no worse for wear,

Free from care, lungs filled with air.

Resuming chores, my song, my rhyme,

My coffee, yoga – ah, it’s time

To greet my husband, feed the cat,

Giving all my warmth to that.

Feeding husband, cat and me – triple-sided chat for three –

I fall from grace and watch TV

Awhile, then go to bed and read –

Perchance to sleep, to dream – or maybe

Stand ten minutes on my head,

Tell God I want to do His will,

And then at twelve, lie quite, quite still.

©All At The Same Time 95.10.31

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman; Our Times, Our Culture; Coffee Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

Days Of Energy 2008

    Days Of Energy

Days of energy, received

By rhythms never visible;

Days to share, to give,

To storm the brain

For forms to rain down,

Bursting forth –

Ambassadors

Of light

That wake to spring,

That spring to strength

Regardless of the phase of moon;

A marathon

Of all the billion lengths

Of synapsed nerves,

The track, each curve

Approached olympically.

Days predicting what could be

If this was how eternity

 

Looked.

© Days Of Energy 5.20.2008

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

A Metaphysic Of Coffee 2006

A Metaphysic Of Coffee

Real energy or false:
Does the spirit know the difference
When you drink a cup of coffee
Or you eat a wholesome meal?
Does the body know the difference?
Feel adrenal motivation
As a yin thing or a yang?
Does it thank you
Cause you think clear thoughts,
Mop up a room that’s stood for months,
The moths collecting, so to speak?
Or, if body/spirit work together –
Or if all’s been pre-determined,
Does it matter if you peak, flame high,
And die
A little sooner, caffeine’s energy
The source of wonderwork
Creative,
Little you
Could never do?

©The Metaphysics of Coffee 06.3.15
Nature In & Of Reality; Coffee Book;
Arlene Corwin

All At The Same Time 2007

All At The Same Time

I like to start the day with coffee:
Half black power, half au lait,
Turn on the Beeb, begin a poem.
Taking down a favorite tome-
A little read – I clean the bedroom,
Roam downstairs and get involved.
The menu solved, I wipe the floor
Then jump-rump to piano where
I sit, playing a tune or four.
Go back and start a bread. Then yoga
In a toga or a sweat suit,
Standing on one foot I eat a fruit
Then fetch the radio and go outside
To clip a hedge
And while in motion find I dredge
A title, line, a word or two
From deep within the conscious. Whew!
I saunter back because I’m haunted
By the drive to write it up,
So then, undaunted, drink another cup
(I know it’s bad) of caffeined brew.
(It’s such a pleasant thing to do).
Then turning art toward starting lunch,
Poetic hunch aside, I stretch –
A bit more yoga. Oh, the post:
Walk up the road –four hundred meters.
Smell the air. What could be sweeter?
Well, that’s taken care of most.
It’s flame October, mushrooms wanting to be picked.
I’ve time to rove o’er hill and ditch, bog and moss.
I’ve no success.
Through trudge and brook and mushroom book
I know no longer where to look
And bear my bucket home again, no worse for wear,
Free from care, lungs filled with air.
Resuming chores, my song, my rhyme,
My coffee, yoga – ah, it’s time
To greet my husband, feed the cat,
Giving all my warmth to that.
Feeding husband, cat and me – triple-sided chat for three –
I fall from grace and watch TV
Awhile, then go to bed and read –
Perchance to sleep, to dream – or maybe
Stand ten minutes on my head,
Tell God I want to do His will,
And then at twelve, lie quite, quite still.

©All At The Same Time 95.10.31
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman; Our Times, Our Culture; Coffee Book;
Arlene Corwin

Energy’s The Nicest Thing I Know

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 93.11.24
Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Energy;
Arlene Corwin

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