Arlene Corwin Poetry

     You Don’t Need To Practice, Just Keep Changing

Sang a song in ‘ninety nine,

Kept on changing after that.

Naught, naught three

The song came out quite differently:

A sign of something good.

I go ‘inside’.

Releasing ego from its pride,

Paint, write, sing, playing an old theme,

Released from clinging, fear and dream,

And interludes of needless drill.

Nature’s show has prototypes

Of form and frill.

Centuries may come between –

Whatever’s ‘on the bill’:

Flood, lava flow, tsunami, quake,

Is always new and unforeseen,

And like the style or not, pristine.

Just keep changing.

©You Don’t Need To Practice, Just Keep Changing 03.8.12

Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin