I Am So Grateful [Anybody Reads This Stuff]
I am so grateful anybody reads this stuff.
Exasperated that most others don’t.
And even with an inner miff
I carry on, pushed by an inner drift,
(some would add an inner gift)
Ambition not my motivation.
A brainstorm popping from wherever popping up pops up from.
You will recall it’s happened to you all;
You know, thoughts over which you’d no control.
And yet you thought them, acted out on
Drives beyond what’s called
Free will.
So, am I grateful or detached?
Dispassionate, disinterested, crosshatched?
Standing alone from strength
Yet obstinate from weakness’ lack of confidence.
I’m sure of this: the length
Of life that’s left to me,
I will persist in poetry.
(One must
When it lies in the guts)
Tampering with syntax, spelling, yummy slang,
Choice aesthetics in good taste/
Choices ****** and a waste;
Writing with a rhythmic sense,
Caring very much for tense,
But not for meters recherché;
I, utmost mystic and most earthy:
Quelle dichotomy!
Hypocrisy? No, contrast only!
I am grateful for and to the one
That read Ms Corwin.
I Am So Grateful 11.14.2017
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; I Is Always We Is You;
Arlene Corwin
I am so grateful...