The ones we look for are not the ones we dream of.
The ones we run to are the ones that never desert us.
The ones passions burn for are not the beautiful.
The ones you never miss because they never leave hold a secret flame and branch of our hearts that burn eternally within us.

I speak of the love we have overlooked, the one you have known and cherished but never freed.
My dreams linger on your lips,
My passions upon your fingertips,
My love falters as my patience slips..

That person who holds you in such tension,
His affections show through unintention.
You lie alone and weep in desolation
As they gaze upon you with such lamentation.

A too-warm new year January afternoon
Holds the same sun as April's evening at 12 years old
The scent of gentle pink roses
Is a cool shower in the summer before high school
A new-to-me videogame console
Is sophomore year's ignored chemistry homework
My eyes and ears and nose and hands
Contain memories I did not mean to make
They store moments that take me back to times
That were insignificant in my mind
A childhood filled with life and experience
That I seem to keep reliving, despite my unintention
But I hold no complaints in my heart
As I know that one day, these words will provide the same feeling
I will look back on poems written while pushing grocery carts
And think to myself, what a pleasure to live in a time capsule

After Brexit
          Circling Round Self-Interest

I watch the news.
Scotland refuses,
Wants to go its way and wants
To stay In EU.  
It’s an issue.
Everyone has something that they want to clinch
Will not give an inch or forfeit .
How to beat what eats the issue,
Makes you blind and binds you?

To defeat self-interest is the issue.
Take the long gone League of Nations,
Its creation to end war –post World War One.
Did some good, but still it failed.
World War II was on its tail.
Came the UN - still extant.  
Now the EU, is it canting?  

Things start out with good intentions.
Nature’s thing is to evolve:
Grow, contract, break down, dissolve.
Replaced by new forms and conditions;
The self-interest’s hidden skeleton.

Political by unintention,
Few convictions, few opinions,
I see pure idea and the spirit,
Reason true and what’s behind it,
What is missing and what is.
In this case what is, is always
Circling ‘round, you guessed,
Self-interest.

It’s Always About Self-Interest 6.25.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin