
Calligrapher: John Stevens Author: John Lennon
dressing up formal
black tux and tie – flourishes:
cummerbund ruffle
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
22 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in No fussing, Poetry Tags: black tux ND TIE, CUMMERBUND SUFFLE, dressing up formal, flourishes, John Lennon, John Stevens, No fussing

Calligrapher: John Stevens Author: John Lennon
dressing up formal
black tux and tie – flourishes:
cummerbund ruffle
21 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in Ian McEwan, Poetry Tags: 72nd birthday, assages can be reworked, Atonement, fetus in mother's womb, Ian McEwan, incest and murder, Not being boring is quite a challenge, provisional nature of unprinted material held in the computer, provocative ways to write, Saturday, Solar, Word Processing is more intimate, wrinkled old man


the wrinkled old man McEwan brings to life
It’s the 72nd birthday of English novelist Ian McEwan(1948), best known for his internationally best-selling novel Atonement (2001), about a young girl who starts a disastrous rumor. It was later made into a hit film starring Keira Knightley. McEwan tends to write about unsavory characters and situations, like incest and murder. He likes to choose unlikely and provocative ways to tell a story. His novel Nutshell (2016) is essentially a retelling of Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, but told from the point of view of a fetus in his mother’s womb. His penchant for dark material has earned him the nickname “Ian Macabre” in the British press.
McEwan’s novels include The Comfort of Strangers (1981), Amsterdam (1998), and On Chesil Beach (2007). He’s fond of intense research for his books, like shadowing a neurosurgeon for two years for the novel Saturday (2003) and immersing himself in physics for Solar (2010).
When asked how his writing process has changed with the onset of technology, McEwan answered: “In the seventies I used to work in the bedroom of my flat at a little table. I worked in longhand with a fountain pen. I’d type out a draft, mark up the typescript, type it out again. Once I paid a professional to type a final draft, but I felt I was missing things I would have changed if I had done it myself. In the mid-eighties I was a grateful convert to computers. Word processing is more intimate, more like thinking itself. In retrospect, the typewriter seems a gross mechanical obstruction. I like the provisional nature of unprinted material held in the computer’s memory — like an unspoken thought. I like the way sentences or assages can be endlessly reworked, and the way this faithful machine remembers all your little jottings and messages to yourself. Until, of course, it sulks and crashes.”
About writing, he says, “Not being boring is quite a challenge.”
20 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in orchids, Poetry Tags: an endless shore, gnawing pain, he'll heal again, Luci Shaw, never fails, never the tropics, orchids, Our Prayers Break on God, prayers like waves, seas evaporate, sould and bodies, troubles eat at God like nails, waited 6 years for flowers

waiting 6 years for this one to flower
my house is never the tropics
Our Prayers Break on God
by Luci Shaw
Our prayers break on God like waves,
and he an endless shore,
and when the seas evaporate and oceans are no more
and cries are carried in the wind
God hears and answers every sound
as he has done before.
Our troubles eat at God like nails.
He feels the gnawing pain
on souls and bodies.
He never fails
but reassures he’ll heal again
, again, again, again and yet again.
“Our Prayers Break On God” by Luci Shaw
from Eye of the Beholder.
Paraclete Press © 2018.
Reprinted with permission of Paraclete Press in Brewster, Massachusetts.
17 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
And in the twinkling tells the story of the storybook house…

Don’s photo of solar hummingbird lights

Jeanne’s photo of solar hummingbird lights
Don’s iPhone slices the light,
coaxes the batteries blown by the wind
bursts energy with his view: electronic!
Jeanne’s iPhone contrasts the white with shadow
punches the vibrant colors way up
wings the birds-wings the flight of energy!
15 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in one with my car, Poetry Tags: anatomy, classic, flowing, hugging, Manuela Farez, one with my car, reflecting, rolling, round, screeching, strength, view, zen-ness

Manuela Perez
we share our anatomy with each other:
those round abdomens
those rolling wheels,
the screeching brakes,
the view of the rear,
the classic lines,
the flowing of the waves,
the strength of the chassis,
hugging the curves,
and reflecting the light,
the zen-ness of it all!
all rights
quicksilver 6/15/20
14 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in God's Love, Poetry Tags: character, does not disappoint, endurance, given to us, God's Love, hope, poured into our hearts, Romans 5:2-7, The Holy Spirit, through the Holy Spirit, we rejoice in our sufferings

The Holy Spirit
from Romans 5:2-7
We rejoice in our sufferings
since sufferings produce endurance
endurance produces character
character produces hope,
hope does not disappoint us
since God’s Love has been poured into our hearts
through the Holy Spirit
who has been given to us!
13 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in change your mind, Poetry Tags: behind the burka, change your mind, David Budbill, fall away soon, firewood, In Syria, in the forest, more light and room to grow, more years of light water and leaf, not allowed to leave the house, older ones, older trees, over 65, pandemic, prostrate on the ground, The Woodcutter changes his Mind, they have known so long, why oppress them/, youthful

behind the burka
In Syria, anyone over 65 is not allowed to leave the house during the pandemic.
But some older people are still youthful.
Why oppress them?
Let the older ones have a few more years of light and water and leaf in the forest they have known so long.
The Woodcutter Changes His Mind
by David Budbill
When I was young, I cut the bigger, older trees for firewood, the ones
with heart rot, dead and broken branches, the crippled and deformed
ones, because, I reasoned, they were going to fall soon anyway, and
therefore, I should give the younger trees more light and room to grow.
Now I’m older and I cut the younger, strong and sturdy, solid
and beautiful trees, and I let the older ones have a few more years
of light and water and leaf in the forest they have known so long.
Soon enough they will be prostrate on the ground.
David Budbill “The Woodcutter Changes His Mind” from While We’ve Still Got Feet. Copyright © 2015 by David Budbill. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, http://www.coppercanyonpress.org.
12 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in deep, Poetry Tags: deep, from the touch of the divine, I saw her as rocks in the stream, Owen wanted Emily in th woods, smoothing the surface, surrounded by her family, the cold water refeshing them, watercolor by Jeanne

“Deep Emily” watercolor by Jeanne Poland
Owen wanted me to paint Emily in the woods.
But I saw her as rocks in the stream,
surrounded by her family
allowing the cold water to refresh them and smooth the surface
until they were smooth from the touch of the divine…