zucchini

zuc

zucchini

zucchini
does a belly dance
a limbo too

then stretches on the lawn chair
to roast its greening skin

gingerly placing garlic
and parmesan bits
to spice the bites that sneak up close
with sea salt sprinkles perched

her dances wet the appetite
the sun rays warm the bone
the spices make saliva pour
into zucchini’s cone.

Ecphrastic Fibonacci

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Fibonacci created the math Jeanne created the colors Fibonacci created the math
Jeanne created the colors

Ekphrastic (also spelled ecphrastic) Poetry is defined as “poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially the visual.”

John Drury in The Poetry Dictionary

Copper, bronze, golden metals
Glitter, shine and shimmer;
Swirl you from a pulsing center
Orange, turquoise, glimmer.

Curves beguile, diamonds wild,
Vast blue rivers float;
Tiny turning gems roll out
Sunflower seeds round tote.

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my soul

Debbie Smith Wagner

my soul

my soul
is a cat
sitting on the peak of the mountain
whiskers trembling.

my soul
is a stream
bubbling down the ravine
smoothing the stones
’til they glow,
transparent.

my soul
is the light and shadows
growing in the woods
silhouetted by the leaves
trembling.

jeanne
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bob boy’s calendars

boyajian

 

Please view Bob’s flourishes in a Adobe Acrobat reader pdf notebook designed by Jeanne:

 

 

notebook-flourishes

 

december.jpg

 

and go here for a website set up by John Stevens:

John Stevens Yes: http://bit.ly/bobboyjian

John Stevens http://bit.ly/bobboyjian56732685_10218952200375439_314826235282718720_n.jpg

little buddha

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Oliver4-2012

Owen&Oliver211-12

little buddha

 

next to the highchair

sit 6 buddha

laughing at play

 

Oliver mimics the smiles

giggles

zen humming

 

soon learns to sit

collected

cross-legged

 

laughing at play with Dad!

like limpid fluid…

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Like limpid liquid, Bob Boy poured into the crystal clear dimension where his distinct family awaited him. His limpid clarity illuminated each scribe as his translucent spirit shifted by, see-through music pulsating in the realm of rhythm’s flourishes. Luminous wings fluttered as he passed, feathers reaching out, offering themselves to be carved into quills for the angel master arriving. Colors of the rainbow arranged themselves in bows to the sun. Unclouded resonance settled in the Heavens. Bob Boy was home.

poem by Jeanne Poland April 11, 2019 in memory of Bob’s Passing in Providence RI

BobOn8-13'14

Bob in real space

Boyajian2

created by Bob Boyajian

Boyajian Alphabet

Alphabet by Bob Boyajian

 

boats are conduits…

Under-hats

catch of the day

 

boats are conduits to fish

fish are conduits to food

foods are conduits to growth

growth is conduit to boating

boats are conduits to fish

reflections, moonlight, the river…

byDenisBrown040_o

calligrapher: Denis Brown

 

The river never sleeps:
It bears the trout
shimmering
under a stone shelf-
whimpering ferns dreaming nearby.

A girl, on a white horse,
rides the rails in moonlight
reflected in the river that never sleeps.

Reflections, moonlight, the river
never sleep.
They move in the water
on the ice
in my eye.

revelation

revelation 1

rising

round

breath

rattles

death

divides

woman

warms

revelation

reveals

rebirth

 

ekphrastic poem using Renoir’s Art

by Jeanne Poland

4/2019

 

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