Arlene Corwin Poetry

     A Spark Revealed

I understand that I am worked: a tube –

Drafted, crafted by a fate.

How dare I say that I create?

That it is I who breathes the life

Into ideas, the forms they take?

I dare not; for I know as sure as I’m myself

That out of some divine kind heart

I am allowed ‘most anytime

(And that’s the wonder)

To perceive, unfold and form

A worthy scrap,

Miniature map

Worth being read,

Worth reaching someone’s head

Through eye and tongue:

Words I have strung

From source unknown that shares the pen,

And uses Arlene once again;

Arlene Corwin, tube and shaft,

Sometimes sober, sometimes daft –

Filled with possibilities,

Words to squeeze.

All I can say is ‘thank you, please’,

The hand prepared to scribble

What mind sees inside: A Hubble

Micro-telescope that breaks the seal

On stars unseeable,

Which hiding in the heavens’ dark

Reveal a spark

To me.**

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A Spark Revealed 97.10.17The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Revelations Big & Small;

Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

**Dear Yngve,

This was inspired by a conversation you had with Kent when you were doing his portrait.

You spoke about the ‘good days and the bad days’. On the “good days” the art seemed to flow

through you. Well, of course, that’s true for me too, and probably artists everywhere.