Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
06 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, shape shifting Tags: a silent shadow, a whirling swirl, black on black, blink alive, Dale Carson Levine, drop down, flutter lids, from the ashes, Highlights, resurrect, shape shifting, weasel out of the dark
Shape Shifting
by Jeanne Poland
Highlights Retreat with Dale Carson Levine
March 29,2019
weasel out of the dark
drop down to hide
black on black
undulate
spread
a silent shadow
wave hello
flutter lids
resurrect
into the light
flicker
blink alive
rise-
a phoenix
from the ashes
dust to dust
a whirling swirl
to WIND!
05 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, tritina Tags: a shimmer-dimmer contraction, frozen melts to glaze, ice morphs its longevity, minutes hours days, morphs longevity, seconds, slush to frigid haze, staccato steps in-a contraction, tick-tock clock, tritina
tick-tock clock morphs longevity
seconds minutes hours days-
staccato steps in- a contraction
frozen melts to glaze
ice morphs its longevity
slush to frigid haze…
a shimmer-dimmer contraction morphs longevity
tritina
by Jeanne
4/5/2019
03 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, WTF Tags: ate too fast, Burger King toxin, essence, gravity's end, Highlights Foundation, hollow bowl for bile, lavatory, litany poem, luxury car models, mountain trip, poop, poop girl, roadside, screamed, WTF
A litany poem by Jeanne Poland
March 29,2019
Highlights Foundation
What the fuck?
My poop is yellow.
Bright like a gall bladder spurt!
What the fuck?
It screamed its way
out of me
onto the roadside.
What the fuck?
The Burger King toxin
rushes to gravity’s end.
What the fuck?
I ate too fast!
(It would have dripped its essence into my lap if I delayed)
What the fuck?
I’m poop girl,
and need a bathroom.
The GPS can’t see one.
What the fuck?
It took 5 hours to drive a mountain trip of 3.
No signs say: “LAVATORY”
What the fuck?
Invent a seat that opens up in the car
with a hollow bowl for bile…
What the fuck?
Put one in all the luxury models.
Then CHARGE LESS!
02 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
April Fools Day , 2015
dew drops
from toe print
I
skipped
outside
palette
ready
to paint
the
dew:
renew
the
day!
then
fell:
left
rainbow
toe prints
everywhere:
dew-drops!
02 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the pull Tags: BIGGER, Geneen Roth, love for showing up, love for this moment, my thoughts, pull of drama compels, stronger, the pull, where I am
Gallery by Walter Koessler
the pull
of my thoughts
is still strong,
but the love
for this moment
is stronger.
The pull of drama
still compels me
but the love for showing up
where I am
is
BIGGER!
spoken by Geneen Roth
31 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Babies...Present, Poetry Tags: a battering ram, abortion scrapes in darkness, amniotic fluid, anencephaly, anesthesia, Babies...Present, box, celebration, compromised thigh, DNA, immune system, neural tube disorder, orifice, penetrated the thigh, pre-presentation miracle, punishment, surrender, tiny promise of longevity, turned fluid pink with blood
Babies Present
1
abortion puts you under
scrapes out your womb
in blackness
ashamed, you ask the doctor
whether it was male or female.
‘it was a boy’ he states
you wonder: Is this a punishment
for leaving the convent after 10 years?
2
the second baby grew to term.
shape-shifted to anencephaly
poisoned the amniotic fluid
elevated the blood pressure
required hospitalization and an X-ray.
anesthesia to deliver
lived 3 hours
tiny box for medical research.
3
the third baby was given amniocentesis
to certify no neural tube disorder
doctor penetrated the thigh from front to back
and turned the fluid pink with blood.
daughter has a compromised thigh.
4
fourth baby, born 8 lbs, 12 ounces,
presented face-up, and his skull pushed fecal matter out, a battering ram, with each contraction.
That shocked me more than the power of the pushing
I couldn’t control any orifice!
Had to surrender
had to get practiced at giving over to the presentation
the celebration of life
quietly my son’s DNA brought me
Immune system reserves
to protect me
for the rest of my 80 years.
his tiny promise of longevity
for me his Mom
The womb that fed him
the legs that grew long hair while he lived and grew inside
It was the pre-presentation miracle!
29 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in alone 2, Poetry Tags: alone, bed is lumps, captives in their den, gingerly move, go for broke, Him who held all majesty, I'm pinned, lifted to a throne, light burnished me, pant for breath, patients pale, piss and moan, rise up violet tongues, rooted trees, screaming wind, sighs could kill, suck more blood, swollen lungs
by An Melis
Alone here in the night
I hear the screaming wind;
The bed is lumps; the gown is course
Onto the cold, I’m pinned.
The ward is jammed with patients pale
Who breath their oxygen;
While screens beep loud and piss and moan
Keep captives in their den.
If sighs could kill, I’d deck each nurse
Who pricks me with the needle;
To suck more blood and wrap more tape
That makes me shake and wheedle.
I go for broke, adorn a mask
And gingerly move out to hall;
Midst interns, aids and techs
“Who is that patient holding onto wall?”
“Tight pain! blow out” I pant for breath
Lift up my swollen lungs
Go up! Go up! you rooted trees
Rise up you violet tongues!
The light, it came to burnish me
Upon my humble bed and lifted me;
Onto a throne that rested to the right
Of Him who held all majesty!
poem by Jeanne
28 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, retreat Tags: a ring of published authors and poets, drive to the barn, Gail Carson Levine, Honesdale, illustrator: Shadra Strickland, retreat
illustrator: Shadra Strickland
today I drive home to the barn ,in Honesdale, and meet with
the “muse in the woods”: Gail Carson Levine and
a ring of published authors and poets
27 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Oliver grew up and got real; now he builds mountain bike paths with a chain saw! He’s 8 years old, after all!
John Deere Bday Gift
Oliver’s Fourth Birthday
Built by Jeanne and Don
Trinet Poem: (from Catherine Johnson https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/
tractor ride
front loader
battery charges forty minute ride uphill.
To hold four young we’ll need:
hundred batteries,
two tractors
wild ride!
27 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Beanie and Stretch, cuddle with a red-haired girl, fingers for antennae, in the green green grass, J Byron Schachner, Stretch, that hear for you, wear a mitten on your head, when your ears are snuggled down, whose barrettes look like ears
Beanie and Stretch by J Byron Schachner
wear a mitten on your head
fingers for antennae
cuddle with a red-haired girl
whose barrettes look like ears
that hear for you when
your ears are snuggled down…
in the green green grass…
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 