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Click! Goes the Shutter…

07 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

These women are my tribe: To infinity and beyond!

Work of sight is done; now do the heart work on the pictures within you.
Rainier Maria Rilke

Click! goes the shutter on the glitter that is you!
The vibrant color of your stance:
The chance that I might model you:
An athlete’s discipline.

Click! goes the shutter on the chatter that you speak!
The truth articulated:
I want to plant the words:
Then cultivate their growth.

Click! goes the shutter on the matter that you bring!
The vision that you carry:
To the altar of your life:
To offer as a blessing to us all.

A dedication to Emily.

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Delicate

07 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Delicate, Poetry Tags: all who saw, an elder trapping younger, Delicate, delicate palms, giggles, he slapped the backs, Jeanne and Bob at the Alzheimer's Unit, lighted, quickly, squealed with delight

Jeanne and Bob at the Alzheimer’s Unit

6 Delicate (like Jean Follain)

His delicate palms held mine
poised to slip away;
when suddenly he slapped the backs
and giggled;
we lighted, and once again
he caught me quickly
and all who saw
squealed with delight
at elder trapping younger!
April 7, 2017
quicksilver

Death, the word

06 Apr 2017 1 Comment

by jeannepoland in Death-the word, Poetry Tags: ancestors, dance of amgels, death, death into life, decay into birth, divine father, energy incarnate, familiar, fatted lamb, glory's aura, harped music, radiant, the grim reaper, the Word, vast feast, welcome us home

Seth Snap

photo by Seth Snap

Death: the word

Many picture the grim reaper;
when in fact, he’s familiar.

Not hooded, but radiant
with glory’s aura

our ancestors, waiting for us
to welcome us home

to the vast feast, the fatted lamb
the harped music and dance of angels

a divine Father, who sent his son,
to turn death into life, decay into birth.

energy incarnate.

In The Mirror

04 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Grandiosity still turns me OFF

The Vibrant Channeled Creator

In the mirror
I see his reflection…

his talents titillate
his mind seduces
his hair curls round my gut.

But ego looms too large.
I bow
and turning
seek a meeker soul.

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Painting Rainbows

04 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Never too many poems in Poetry Month

The Vibrant Channeled Creator

April 4, 2015: A Poem Based on a Quote Between Title and Poem

Expect nothing. Live frugally

On surprise.

Alice Walker

Each day
I paint
rainbows.

Some
get struck
by lightning

others
overcast

light
shadows
surprise
rainbows

and
me.

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American (Field Guide)

04 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, The American Tags: continent, dessert creatures, earthly mountains, equator, flower blossoms blowing in the wind, middling zone, moon, oceans, skies, sun, The American, underground, vales, watercolor by Mary Shephard

SONY DSC

watercolor by Mary Shephard

The American

April 4, 2017 (Field Guides)

American

I am a continent
surrounded by two mighty oceans

a middling zone
feet at equator

skies with moon and sun;
earthly mountains and vales

dessert creatures underground
flower blossoms blowing in the wind

majestic and humble
all at once an altar for my God.

quicksilver
all rights

Field Guide
Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake,
up to my neck in the most precious element of all,
I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon feather
floating on the tension of the water
at the very instant when a dragonfly,
like a blue-green iridescent bobby pin,
hovered over it, then lit, and rested.
That’s all.
I mention this in the same way
that I fold the corner of a page
in certain library books,
so that the next reader will know
where to look for the good parts.
Tony Hoagland
in Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty