

fear peeks out the top of emptiness
on the bottom, lead pulls
while L O U D GROANING ECHOES forth.
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
14 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in emptiness, Poetry Tags: emptiness, fear peeks out, Geneen Roth, lead pulls, loud groaning echoes forth, no shape, no weight, On the bottom, the same sinking heart, the top of emptiness, Weight loss, wildly successful diet


fear peeks out the top of emptiness
on the bottom, lead pulls
while L O U D GROANING ECHOES forth.
11 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in darkness, Poetry Tags: Bach, blinded, darkness, DHLawrence, hands, Jane Hirshfield, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lies in the world, mouth, obedient, sous need beauty, The Rainbow, vo, walk into the time that is coming

Now A Darkness is Coming
by Jane Hirshfield
I hold my life with two hands.
I walk with two legs.
Two ears are enough to hear Bach with.
Blinded in one eye, a person sees with the other.
Now a great darkness is coming.
A both-eyes darkness.
I have one mouth.
It holds two words.
Yes, No,
inside all others.
Yes. No. No. Yes.
I say yes to these words, as I must,
and I also refuse them.
My two legs,
shaped to go forward,
obedient to can’t-know and must-be,
walk into the time that is coming.
“Now A Darkness is Coming” from LEDGER: Poems by Jane Hirshfield. Published 2020 by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of The Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC.
on DH Lawrence:
Lawrence’s books include The Rainbow (1915), Women in Love, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which was his last novel. The story of an aristocratic lady and her working-class lover, the book contained a multitude of sex scenes and unprintable four-letter words. The first edition was published privately in Italy (1928) and an edited version appeared in Britain in 1932. The unexpurgated version wasn’t published in the United Kingdom until 1960 and promptly came under attack. At the obscenity trial, the attorney for the prosecution famously asked the jury, “Is it a book you would have lying around? Is it a book you would wish your wife or servants to read?”
Novelist E.M. Forster was called as a witness for the defense in the British trial. His good friend Lawrence had died a long time before, in 1930, of tuberculosis in Vence, France. Forster called Lawrence “the greatest imaginative novelist of his generation.”
Lawrence’s ashes are interred in a small chapel in what is now the D.H. Lawrence Ranch in New Mexico. He said, “If there weren’t so many lies in the world, I wouldn’t write at all.”
And, “The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.”
09 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in my brother, sharing 2x my weight Tags: carry him too, he's light for me, his steps safe, lights his antennae, love gives him wings, makes his path secure, my brother, onward, sharing 2x my weight, the tasty pair

sharing twice my weight
with my brother
carry him too
he’s light for me
love gives him wings
lights his antennae
to make my path secure
and his steps safe
onward
the tasty pair!
08 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in not addicted to care-taking, Poetry Tags: find someone who makes me laugh, I cannnot dispel it, I do not like you either, I need to move on, not feeding off each other, not get conflicted, That responsibility is yours, we grow together, When I am not at peace, you choose and the outcome is yours

you choose
and
the outcome is yours
I
cannot take care of you to dispel it
That responsibility is yours.
I need to move on finding someone
who makes me laugh
not get conflicted.
Then we will grow together,
not feeding off each other.
07 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Going and Coming Tags: Going and Coming, ground grabs the under-body, reflects its mysteries, slithering through the puddles, slurping the essence, tasting the sharp seasonings, the hidden zest, the nest revealed, the worm on the ground

the ground grabs the under-body
reflects its mysteries
to the worm on the ground
slithering through the puddles
slurping the essence
and tasting the sharp seasonings
of the hidden zest …
the nest revealed.
06 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: baby elephants, incredible memories, Intimacy, without fear

When it comes to intimacy
size doesn’t matter.
But baby elephants
are easier to trust.
They’re born with
incredible memories
of every detail
you have revealed to them.
They hold you in their trunk
And sometimes let you
grab their tails!
Enter into the coupling
without fear!
04 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: breath, Inhale grace, prahna, Spirit of Holiness

breathe with the Spirit of Holiness
Inhale grace
Exhale unlimited love
P R A H N A
Art and words by Jeanne
03 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Accuse Me, deep thinkers, Eskimos, Hayden Carruth, Norrland, Not Talking, silence, sporadic eerie song, squabble

They Accuse Me of Not Talking
by Hayden Carruth
North people known for silence. Long
dark of winter. Norrland families go
months without talking, Eskimos also,
except bursts of sporadic eerie song.
South people different. Right and wrong
all crystal there and they squabble, no
fears, though they praise north silence. “Ho,”
they say, “look at them deep thinkers, them strong
philosophical types, men of peace.” But take
notice please of what happens. Winter on the brain.
You’re literate, so words are what you feel.
Then you’re struck dumb. To which love can you speak
the words that mean dying and going insane
and the relentless futility of the real?
Hayden Carruth, “They Accuse Me of Not Talking” from Collected Shorter Poems 1946-1991. Copyright © 1983, 1992 by Hayden Carruth.
02 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, shadows Tags: haiku silhouettes, rising falling depths, shadows, shaows flow with currents

shadows flow with currents
rising falling depths
haiku silhouettes