Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
14 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Thinkers and their Eggs Tags: a happy circumference, a question of values, Catholic school, circle, Don, fiercely competitive, first in line, inDesign, Jeanne, patiently, Portraits, shades, the essence of the good news, Thinkers and their Eggs, yellow yolk
eggs by Jeanne in inDesign (with her tech: Don, patiently lining up three eggs)
When I taught in Catholic elementary school,
I had to remind the children every day that they were a circle
and there was no way to be first on line.
They were fiercely competitive
when the essence of the Good News was to be a happy circumference,
a yellow yolk in the white.
Most of the children were black,
but all shades use the same colors to paint their portraits.
It’s a question of values, isn’t it?
12 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in A Juggle of Six Disparate Words, Poetry Tags: A Juggle of Six Disparate Words, aloft, between the petal shapes, helicopter blades, layer the sky, rotating sirens, while laughter, worms its way
A Juggle of Six Disparate Words:
helicopter blades
layer the sky
while laughter
worms its way
aloft
between the
petal shapes and
rotating sirens.
11 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Riff On Tags: hairy quiffs, ink riot, pfiffs n' whiffs, restiff, restiff notes, Riff On, riff on jazzy, rip a clif, stiff shiffs, tiffs n' gifs, toasted whiff
Spenserian Calligraphy
Riff On
riff on
ink riot
rip a cliff
toasted whiff
restiff notes
tiffs n’ gifs
pfiffs n’ whiffs
hairy quiffs
stubborn
stiff shiffs
riff on jazzy
ink riot
10 Apr 2018 2 Comments
in Nimble, Poetry Tags: deft, flying thread, gyrating cimbal, needle, Nimble, piercing, quick cicada rhythm, shrilling tymbal, skin on skin, thimble, weaving
Nimble
nimble as a thimble
on my thumb
deft as a needle
flying thread
piercing-weaving
skin on skin
gyrating cimbal’s
shrilling tymbal
quick cicada rhythm
08 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in earth, Poetry Tags: ear, earth, eat, Father, god like me, hare, hat, hate, heart, het, Mother, sibling
artist: J Byron Schachner
e a r t h
ear to hear
eat to grow
heat to warm
hare to jump into my lap
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
heart rate
hat to shelter
eat to taste
hate to warn me
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
it’s a mother
it’s a father
it’s a sibling too.
most of all, a god like me
that’s what e a r t h brings to me!
06 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Barn Owls on Parade, Poetry Tags: Barn Owls on Parade, barn's watch tower bird, delicate chin, recessed beak, subtle heart face
Barn Owls on Parade
delicate chin and
recessed beak-subtle heart face:
barn’s watch tower bird
04 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Where are you, owenapoland? Tags: color pencil of my grandchildren by Jeanne, hiding a rich tradition of Jeanne and genes, Instagram, privacy has a wall, Where are you, owenapoland?, you've vacated facebook
color pencil of my grandchildren by Jeanne
Where are you, owenapoland?
you’ve vacated Facebook
can’t find you on Instagram.
and with you…
went my grandchildren!
does privacy have a wall
around my grands?
hiding a rich tradition
of Jeanne and genes?
03 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Through the windows of the kitchen... Tags: aroma of spaghetti sauce, content, only windows that side of house, piqued our saliva, screaming appetite for supper, siblings riding their 2 wheelers, surprise, Through the windows of the kitchen..., together, welcoming
Through the windows of the kitchen…
These were the only windows that side of the house.
Opened on a narrow alley,
but to the west was a garden
with flowers nurtured by my Italian dad.
Through the panes,
we spied the siblings riding their two wheelers
with a screaming appetite for 6PM supper.
the aroma of fresh spaghetti sauce
warmed our nostrils, piqued our saliva.
Six places were set, equally welcoming.
The youngest child was under the table
waiting to surprise someone.
We always pretended to play the script!
Listened.
Laughed.
Ate .
Cleaned up.
Finished the dishes.
Together.
Through the window,
content.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Dirty Laundry
13 Apr 2018 1 Comment
by jeannepoland in Dirty Laundry, Poetry Tags: angels, apocalypse, cleaner, comments, Dirty Laundry, dried in the sun, Facebook, fresher, God's power, Instagram, Julie Rowan Zoch
art by Julie Rowan Zoch
Dirty Laundry
Twitter
throws out
Trump’s dirty laundry
at our feet.
Facebook
washes it out
with comments.
Instagram
walls it from
entry.
Angels
prohibit it
from adding
to the Apocalypse.
God’s power
is deeper
than the media
cleaner
fresher
dried in the sun.
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