
in my woods, by my waterfall, with my glorious nature…
my granddaughter sniffs the science
tastes the freshness
hears the buzz of families forming
(Life in the ‘Litz)
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
15 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, where to be in 2020 Tags: by my waterfall, hars the buzz of families forming, in my woods, Life in the "Litz, my granddaughter sniffs the science, tastes the freshness, where yo be in 2020, with my glorious nature

in my woods, by my waterfall, with my glorious nature…
my granddaughter sniffs the science
tastes the freshness
hears the buzz of families forming
(Life in the ‘Litz)
14 May 2020 Leave a comment
in facebook profile, Poetry Tags: 100%, expression, facebook profile, framing, Highlights, How does the framing alter the face, Look at the unedited version, Sharda Strickland, warmth

Shadra Strickland
framing !00%
highlights 100%
expression 100%
warmth 100%
Look at the unedited version: How does the framing alter the face?

13 May 2020 Leave a comment
in MonaLisa in the Pandemic - Part2, Poetry Tags: Cover by Bevani flute, Gabriel's Oboe, MonaLisa in the Pandemic - Part 2, stages of quearentine, The Mission-Gariell's Oboe

music to comfort you while you endure…
12 May 2020 Leave a comment
in MonaLisa in the Pandemic, Poetry Tags: March april, May, MonaLisa in the Pandemic, music to soothe you, The Mission /Soundtrack Suite Ennio Morricone

music to soothe you:
11 May 2020 Leave a comment
in history of mother's day, Poetry Tags: after the civil war, ancient practice, AnnaJarvis, baby Horus, Cybele, died in poverty, EgyptIsis, feast day, fertility, flowers gifts cards, fourth Sunday of Lent to honor Mary, history of mother's day, in 1870, Mary and Jesus, Mother's Friendship Days, mother-goddess, Music, priestesses, Woodrow Wilson designated second Sunday in May

the 1980’s…

2007…..
Today is Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day as we know it — where we celebrate our own mothers, with flowers, gifts, and cards — is relatively new, but annual celebrations to celebrate motherhood are an ancient practice.
The motherhood festivities have historically been in spring, the season of fertility. In ancient Egypt, there were celebrations to honor Isis, the loving mother-goddess, who is often shown in Egyptian art with the baby Horus at her breast, much like Mary and Jesus in later Christian iconography. The cult of the great mother-goddess Cybele began in Turkey and soon moved to Greece and Rome, and she was worshipped in some form for more than a thousand years. Her priestesses led wild celebrations, full of drinking, dancing, music, and all kinds of debauchery.
As the Roman Empire and Europe transitioned to Christianity, the Church set aside the fourth Sunday of Lent as a day to honor motherhood. It was a day to celebrate the Virgin Mary, and for people to honor their “mother church.”
In the 1600s, England declared an official Mothering Day for that fourth Sunday of Lent. It was a time when families were encouraged to get together, and servants or workers were allowed one day off work to go see their mothers, since many working-class families in England worked as servants on separate estates and rarely got to see each other. Mothering Day was also declared an exception to the fasting and penance of Lent, so that families could have a feast together.
When the pilgrims came to America, they stopped celebrating Mothering Day, just as they stopped celebrating most holidays that they thought had become too secular.
Mother’s Day was reintroduced to America in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe, who wanted to set aside a day of protest after the Civil War, in which mothers could come together and protest their sons killing other mothers’ sons.
But the woman who really created Mother’s Day as now it was Anna Jarvis. Her mother had held Mother’s Friendship Days to reunite families and neighbors separated during the war, and when she died, her daughter, Anna Jarvis, worked to proclaim an official Mother’s Day to honor her mother and celebrate peace. And so on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother’s Day celebrations took place in Grafton, West Virginia, and at a church in Philadelphia. In 1914, Woodrow Wilson designated the second Sunday of May as Mother’s Day.
But Mother’s Day became commercialized very quickly, especially in the floral industry, and Anna Jarvis was furious. She said, “What will you do to route charlatans, bandits, pirates, racketeers, kidnappers, and other termites that would undermine with their greed one of the finest, noblest, and truest movements and celebrations?” But flower sales and card sales continued to grow, and Anna Jarvis died in poverty and without any children of her own.
09 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Mother, Poetry Tags: 1975, bold, closer, dramatic, footprint, grand-cats, matured, Mother, paper, pink tongues, Quenby, subdued, tinis of color, watercolor pinks, Windsor&Newton


two photos of Quenby born in 1975
The light changes from dramatic to subdued
from bold to tints of color
neither looks like the Windsor & Newton watercolor pinks I used
on the watercolor paper
for time has left its footprint
space has come closer
and human perception matured.
My daughter has left her footprints, come closer, and matured.
Now she mothers grand-cats,
dramatic, colorful, with pink tongues, footprints, closer, and maturing.
07 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a whole new piece of me, attractcompanion thoughts, CarolineMyss, Energy Field, extend my life to include all of us who breath together, fires of activity, I require the breath of all beings we are the light, important, So hover over me Lord, sparks of sacred light, together, we are all of this-together, we engage the darkness


My prayer from the final session of Riding the Phoenix Part I…
There’s so much I’ve yet to discover about Who I am and what life is about and what is truly important. Just when I think I figured something out, I discover a whole new piece about me.
Yesterday I never really thought about my energy field or that my thoughts really do attract companion thoughts. But today, now, I imagine only activity swirling around me like sparks of sacred light. I’m a sparkler that can start endless fires of activity with just a thought, or a word, or a whisper of my energy. I am all that power, and something in me always knew that.
No wonder I found decision so overwhelming. What fire did I want to start? Where should I direct the sparks of my life? Would I
start big fires or little ones? Fires require air, and all that air comes from the great soul of humanity. We breathe it together.
No secrets have we from each other. So what I figured out is that I require the breath of all beings to animate the sparks I set into motion, and I breathe with all living beings. We are the light, or we engage the darkness.
I’m beginning to understand the rules. It is not everyone for themselves, but we are all in this together, because we are all of this together. So hover over me Lord. Help me to extend the space of my small and brief life to include the grace of all of us who breathe together. Amen.
With Love,
Caroline
06 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Don moves uneasily
The Gift
Who put your photo in Photo Booth?
Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth?
Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique.
Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth;
Magic wand twirling: wild and uncouth:
Mid chanting, and spells and musings to sooth!
Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Where Photo Booth surgically alters your face
“Til you’re not looking part of the male human race!
Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique:
Waving and frizzled, acidly blown
Exploding like lightening on the i-Phone!
This poem is a trimeric.
06 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
still a photo of an incredible photographer

selfie by Meredith
In my phone
lives Joan
spell-checker clone.
on loan
from Apple’s throne.
flown in
on punctuation
condones no errors
intones unknown
funny-bone texts
overblown
overthrown
corrections
combat zone
rosetta stone
spell-checker Joan.