By Your Works Ye Shall Be Known 2009

16 Feb 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2009, I Is Always You is We, pure nakedness Tags: , ,

       By Your Works Ye Shall Be Known

If you want to know me

Read the poetry.

I’m there

Bare as marble.

© If You Want to Know Me 2.1.2009

I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

Boring Again 2008

30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2008, defiant doggerel, definitely didactic, pure nakedness Tags: , , ,

       Boring Again
How boring I must be;
Autobiographical,

Didactic me

Lecturing imagined

Readers

Out there

Inside

Never here

But maybe one day

Reading themes

Repeated. God,

I hope it does some good,

Hokusai and Monet

Did.

© Boring Again 8.15.2008
Defiant Doggerel; Definitely Didactic; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

August Fifteen 2008

29 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2008, love relationships, pure nakedness Tags: , ,

     August Fifteen

Incomprehensible,

The mystery

Of why

I

Think

Each August fifteenth

Of my parent’s anniversary.

It must show

The child’s love

That layers memory

In parts

That stand for long lost time.

It makes me sad

Where sadness has no feeling.

Background depths

Unreachable

And, as I said,

Incomprehensible.

Why try?

© August Fifteen 8.15.2008

Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Daughters & Sons #3 1998

13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: , , , ,

       Daughters & Sons

I’m so sad for the mother

That never became what she ought as a woman:

A person to gladden.

Never became what you faintly could call

Happy creature, the features

Of happiness missing in full.

So sad,

And I don’t fully tumble to layered grief why.

Is it that she will die,

Her future a flyby

Without any chance on this planet for joy?

That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,

And gene-derived thoughts in my brain

Are connected to some of her pains?

Of all the denatured, the tortured

I feel a sadness directed at one.

Is it guilt?

Is there something I just haven’t done?

How much mother’s keeper

Are daughters and sons?

I’m so sad.

©Daughters & Sons 98.1.1

Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;

Arlene Corwin

Daughters & Sons #2 1998

13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: , , , ,

      Daughters & Sons

I’m so sad for the mother

T hat never became what she ought

As a woman:

A person

To gladden her realm;

Never became what you faintly could call

Happy creature,

The features of happiness missing in full.

I’m so sad,

And I don’t fully tumble to layered grief why.

Is it that she will die,

Her future become a flyby

Without any chance on this planet for joy?

That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,

And some gene-derived thought in my brain

Is connected to some of her pains?

Of all the denatured, the tortured

I feel my sadness directed at one.

Is it guilt?

Is there something I just haven’t done?

How much mother’s keeper

Should daughters and sons…?

I’m so sad.

©Daughters & Sons 98.1.1 version2

Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;

Arlene Corwin

Daughter (And Son) 1998

13 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1998, circling round woman, love relationships, mother book, pure nakedness Tags: , , , ,

Daughter (And Son)

I’m so sad for the mother

That never became what she ought as a woman:

A person to gladden,

Never become happy creature,

All features of zest an alloy.

So sad. I don’t fully tumble to why:

Is it that she will die, the future a fly by?

A missed-out-on chance-on-this-planet for joy?

That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,

And gene-derived thoughts in my brain

Are connected to some of her pains?

 

Of unfulfilled lovelies and lonelies, there’s one

Who collects darkest thought.

Is there something that I haven’t done

That I ought?

Am I doing the least: daughter/beast?

How much mother’s keeper is daughter (and son)?

©Daughter (And Son) 98.1.1

Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;

Arlene Corwin

Slow Learner 1997

10 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1997, a sense of the ridiculous, I Is Always You is We, pure nakedness Tags: , , ,

      Slow Learner

Learning to set the digital watch,

Program the clock on the video gadget,

Bake a tinned loaf instead of the catch-all

Type rolls that I’ve learned not to botch,

Put plugs into backs, fronts of speakers, electric

Piano, the microphones – almost, me too.

I’m sure there’s a wire that I must eschew –

A button or switch I’ve not found,

Crews or jacks I’ve forgotten to ground,

Knobs which kill if they’re touched.

I’m not a commuter but live in a hive,

Owning computer, not able to drive.

I’m utterly out of the mainstream of things

One ought to be gathering under one’s wings;

A reincarnation of someone

Who lived in a time when the water wheel ruled,

And horses and feet were the kings of the road –

Or else I’m resistant and will not be schooled –

A dullard with neither the talent nor code

To tune into the 20th century’s new hallowed

Icons, which bode ill or well –

I can’t tell, being just a bit yellow,

A rather deep fellow

But very slow learner and mademoiselle.

©Slow Learner 97.9.9

I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

Sixty-Two: Observing The Changes 1997

10 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1997, birth death & in between, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles, pure nakedness Tags: , , , , , ,

 

      Sixty-Two: Observing The Changes

Orgasm weaker – not a surprise.

Those heat seeking thighs

That once held me captive

Have loosened their hold.

Interest too. Not a surprise.

Those amorous eyes,

Dependent and needy,

Shy, yet so bold –

More neutral and broad –

All-inclusive and cool;

Emotions unsteady

Easy to rule:

Compliant, as if they were some kind of fraud

In the first place, pretending to strengths they don’t have,

Defending a license and place ill-deserved.

Always new wrinkles on cheek, hand and arm,

Weakened growth hormone sounding alarm:

Dehydration,

Desiccation –

Yet life’s better,

Fetter-binding guile cut.

‘Take me as I am’ my style;

Not a Stradivari, but

I curry every gram,

Married to each dram

Of these, the yellowing,

Youth-emptied, yoga-filled mellowing years

Observing the changes with tapering fears.

©

 

Sixty-Two: Observing The Changes 97.6.25Circling Round Woman; Birth, Death & In Between; Time;

Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

When I’m Allowed To Roam Around 1994

09 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1994, circling round nature, pure nakedness Tags: , ,

     When I’m Allowed To Roam Around

When I’m allowed to roam around

I become like everyone else:

Full of ambition, indecision,

Anxious, scared,

Ill- or over- prepared

And nervous –

Not thinking of service to anyone

Other than self and pelf.

But thanks to fate I stay alone;

In the country on my own –

Well, relatively on my own –

Surrounded by a trillion pine cones,

Thirteen species bird, one sky,

Occasionally wondering why.

 

Out in the world,

(I used to be out in the world)

I hurled myself at everything in all directions,

All at once.

I’d bounce my skirt,

I’d flirt and pounce.

I’d pounce and bounce

Flounce upon flounce,

Full of desire, breaking hearts,

Aiming higher than my parts

Were meant to. When I roam around

I’m always bound, and lose my way.

But thanks to kismet-karma’s role,

(Forces out of my control)

The ‘country’ force directs the play

Enlivening the peaceful day,

The greenery of scenery

A bar-less cage of freedom.

Here I sing, a star alone;

Engagement: bird, lake, sky, tree, cone.

This from a girl from Brooklyn.

©When I’m Allowed To Roam Around 94.11.19

Circling Round Nature; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sixty 1994

08 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1994, birth death & in between, circling round nature, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round woman, circling round wrinkles, pure nakedness Tags: , , , , , ,

             Sixty
I’m old, obsessed with old.

It’ll pass, but sixty’s almost here upon me,

Brand-new set of clothes to don me.

In my heart, my mind, my soul

I keep expanding, never landing.

Never standing still, rising

Even as the tissues wizen.

Even as each sense descends

Going crying, toward its ending.

Old gets older. Who feels well?

Heart in heaven, form in hell.

No more five before the digit,

Bones more rigid,

Tendons stiff or fidgety.

Hormone, ‘old reliable’

Has ceased to gel.

The spell of age divides the cell.

Sixty years have taken hold,

The smooth begun to fold,

Shine lose its gold:

Skin, shape, the easy movement;

Lust subsiding – one improvement;

Pain free days, nights fully slept

Now kept at bay. Old normal pep

No longer taken (as in granted);

One can waken half past three –

A pain, an ache and forced to pee,

Flee down the stairs like frightened hares

In nightened mares.

Yet, midst the fading flare

I want to see how sixties fare.

It’s possible there’s something there.

©Sixty 94.10.12
Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Woman;

Pure Nakedness; Time; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 
 

 

 

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