A Place Where Time Isn’t 2013

The Place Where Time Isn’t

With the pain involved in time’s necessity,

One’s struck by wondering;

A thought invented, possibly inspired;

Just abstract speculation:

Someplace where time isn’t.

Someplace where


Is no change, no building up,

No degradation;

Nothing flowing,

Slowing down.

No pulse, no breath,

No death.

A place where time isn’t:

A place;

An is;

But time is not in the equation.

The Place Where Time Isn’t 7.14.2013

Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Science;

Arlene Corwin

Leaving Mirrors 2012

Leaving Mirrors

Seeping away,

Leaking through the pores

Of caring.

Leading to an ignorance

Of mirrors, fears,

Opinions, tears;

Spots that toll the bells

Of funerals.

Leaving Mirrors 3.16.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

In The Mind 2012

              In The Mind


In the mind: ideas, pictures,

Gods, guides, good:

Each/every atom that must train, learn, burn

For something; turn

Itself inside and out

For worthwhile something(s) done.

Will.  At some point

A will must will the will

To flow around and through

The sealed system you

                                      reside in.

Fourteen hundred forty minutes’

Journey each and every


Until those atoms fan out

Into timelessness, all to the good



In The Mind 3.13.2012

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

Arlene Corwin



Holding On To January 2012

          Holding On To January


I tried to hold on to January.

It didn’t function.  Gone.


A February.

Tried to grab a ninety-three


I’d found a piece

From eighty-three, and eighty-three

Touched yesterday.

I tried to hold on to last year,

Last month, last week.

They leak away into vacuum

And attempt at memory.

There is a sense of the ridiculous

In all of this.                                                                                                                                                                           


Holding On To January 2.25.2012

Circling Round Time II; A Sense Of The Ridiulous;

Arlene Corwin

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