Yet Another Funeral 2012

Yet One More Funeral

 

A neighbor friend of ninety-eight.

Sad but distanced.

Not as painful as expected.

Organist, priest, cronies, kin,

Then you and me.

 

The priest had met with son and daughter;

Didn’t preach, but read

The things they said.

No pretensions, abstract terms.

‘Reminisce, recall… but do not live

In halls of past…

Or future fantasies.’

 

An almost-century on earth…

Details I’d not known.

 

Then Christendom;

Hope and dust;

Shared, collective dest-

iny.

 

The lifeless neighbor in our midst

Became a life.

 

Psalms, organ, sermon;

Row by row we rose and honored…

Flowers, bowing, sometimes words.

A simple service to remind… re-mind.

 

Another Funeral 3.10.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

The Day The Princess Had A Baby 2012

The Day The Princess had A Baby*

New little princess;

Flags a-flying.

Sunshine, open windows,

Cats that went out and ate grass

And almost no snow left.

Seven degrees of centigrade.

It’s February.  Should be colder.

Ice that’s turning back into

A lake again and Princess cakes

Sold out in all the bakeries.

So many fine and subtle things,

Thought I.

Besides which, Lena Valkonen

Became a grandma Saturday:

A baby boy. Oh boy!  More joy.

And more to come.**

The Day The Princess Had A Baby 2.29.2012

Birthday Book; Special People, Special Occasions; Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin

*Sweden’s Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel

**Inspired by an email received from my neighbor across the lake, Ingegerd Lorquist.

The subject of the letter was “wasn’t it a lovely day”.  It was poetry in itself.  I just made a few changes.

LOVING COUPLETS

2012

GOOD NOT TO BECOME A STAR

OR BE TOO POPULAR.

WHEN REACHING SEVENTY AND FOUR,

NO ONE, INCLUDING YOU,

THINKS BACK TO TWENTY-TWO,

YOUR PRIME,

GIRLS CHASING ALL THE TIME

WHILE BREAKING DOWN YOUR DOOR

TO GET A GLIMPSE OF YOU

ONCE MORE.

LUCKY FOR THE PLANET EARTH

TO HAVE TATTOOED

UPON ITS FACE

A KENT:

THE BEST OF VIKING’S RACE.

TO ALWAYS HAVE BEEN

LOVELY, QUIET, CLEVER KENT,

EVER PATIENT AND CONTENT,

CREATING THINGS FROM STICKS AND STONES,

NOT AFRAID TO BE ALONE,

HAPPY ON YOUR OWN,

CELEBRATING AN EVENT

OF TWENTY-SEVEN THOUSAND

AND TEN DAYS OF LIVING

IS THANKSGIVING OVERDUE.

HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH TO YOU!

♡♥♡♥♡♥♡

 

Loving Couplets 2.8.2012

Love Relationships; Birthday Book;

 Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Friend 2011/12

A Friend

 

Died yesterday.

Peacefully.

Away from

Dopamine-less,

Speechless shaking.

Waking

To the feel of light,

Serenity,

And energy.

 

Unoriginal, banal:

This thing of death;

Too soon.

 

We mourn

An Eie gone but clothed

In strength again.

 

Eie rhymes with play-a.

 

A Friend 12.22.2011/12

Birth, Death & In Between II; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Eva Sixty-Five 2011

Eva Sixty-Five

 

This is a poem to flatter,

But to flatter with sincerity:

An oxymoron maybe;

For flattery is insincere

And this is praise to celebrate,

Perhaps exaggerate a tiny bit,

Because it’s fun and hard to find

The words that suit.

 

When your great grandmother was alive,

A woman who reached sixty-five

Was old, no longer in the game.

The frame that forms attractive you,

Seductive you,

Is strong and pretty,

Smart and witty,

Friendly, generous and kind.

Those around you find

They want things for you.

 

Younger looking, energetic,

Strong and pretty, sympathetic,

Friendly, generous and loyal

Eva un-renewable.

Everybody loves her.

 

She should know this

Cause she’s worth it!

 

Eva Sixty-Five 12.3.2011

Birthday Book; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin;

 

 

 

 

I’ve Studied You 2011

I’ve Studied You

 

I’ve studied you,

Continue to…

 

Self-insistent, hyperbolic,

Never just, “I laughed”,

But …”laughed until I peed myself”.

(There really is just laughter,

all the rest hysteria):

 

Your conversation, what they said

And what they did,

With ‘I’ the center.

Knowing answers, you correct

Yet,

You are moody, melancholy,

Lachrymose, you cry a lot.

Lively conversation – no.

If interrupted, you blow up.

It’s a lively monologue,

Voluble and volatile.

 

The way to be around you

Is to smile,

Agree,

Give sympathy,

Make coffee, tea

And learn how much of that

Is me.

 

I’ve Studied You 11.21.2011

Special People, Special Occasions; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Tranström Has Won

Tranström Has Won

 

I’m giving up the;

Giving up and.

Tranström has won.

His short phrase is in;

Phrase capturing essence;

His  metaphors king.

 

I’m keeping the I.

It’s mine.  It is me.

We meet in the I

Of our poetry. *

 

*Just celebrating Nobel Week 2011 where Thomnas Tranström  has won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

 

Tranström Has Won 10.8.2011

Special People, Special Occasions; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Looking At Sean Connery, Eighty 2010

 

Looking At Sean Connery, Eighty

 Looking at Sean Connery

(In magazines my sister in-law gives me)

I think, “Looking good!”

Then I think, “Perhaps that’s ‘cause he

Has a beard.

How easy when you’ve got a beard -

A moustache too.”

When I reach eighty,

Can I be a Connery,

Looking good as Sean?

Moustache, beard are out

(Not that I couldn’t grow one.)

Now to find that inner clout

To keep my world a stage,

Fool age

While wrinkle weighs down

Cheek, jaw, chin.

Fall back on

Substance,

Obvious. yes?

Birthday Book; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities;  Circling Round Time; Special People, Special Occasions;   Arlene Corwin

© Looking At Sean Connery Eighty 9.20.2010

 

 

So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In* 2010

              So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In*

A little man, glass bones disease.

A la Lautrec: two prodigies.

At thirty-six his lungs gave out.

We cried, we would not be consoled.

Prodigious talent

Playing jazz as only he could,

For his best fan – God.

 

© So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In. started 5.9.1999/now6.24.2010A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Special People, Special Occasions;  Vaguely About Music;  Arlene Corwin

 For Michel Petrucciani

 

 

 

 

Karma and Rufus 2010

Karma and Rufus

Have you thought it through,

Or is that instinct guiding you?

I’m talking about karma.

Birth until this day. Are we decreed

A destiny?

And do we have it coming?

Rufus makes love to a bowling ball.

He’s hardly any brain at all,

The ball his girlfriend and his hole.

Did he do wrong ‘fore he was born?

I ‘ve deserved each failed-at song,

Am grateful for the rest – am blessed,

Have sensed the good side of calamity,

The backside of the coin.

But I’ve a brain,

Something to blame, and I can change.

Our witless fellow is unarmed.

Is this thing karma?

This can ramify until it’s green,

Subdivision after sub…

Karma is invisible. But mean?

It can’t be. One life grasped and seen

Must lead to something good.

It should,

If there is justice -

(Or it’s just to fill papyruses).

I must think Rufus

Has a future.

 

© Karma & Rufus 6.26.2010  I Is Always We Is You; Small Stories Book; Special People, Special Occasions;   Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

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