14 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: a patch of sun, alive, clearly fresh, cool floor, dusty green heads, gleam cleanly, James Crews, Naomi Shihab, no pill, puff, strawberries, the old blood moving through, to lift something you already had
Clearly
To see clearly,
not needing a drink
or pill or puff
of any pipe
to know I’m alive. To come home, peel off sandals and step onto
the cool tile floor needing only
the rush of water over strawberries
I picked myself and then a knife to trim the dusty green heads
from each one,
to watch them
gleam cleanly
in a colander
in a patch of sun
near the sink.
James Crews
From Bluebird
April 15
Fresh
To move Cleanly. Needing to be Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing From any store. To lift something You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?
Naomi Shihab Nye from You & Yours
13 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: abundance, Archangel Haniel's message for you, divinity, grow old, herbs, My Heart Leaps Up, nurture, offers you food, plant seeds, plants support you, renewed vitality, shelter, spiritually, the natural world, William Wordsworth
My Heart Leaps Up
by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
“My Heart Leaps Up” by William Wordsworth.
Public domain.
Hi Jeanne,
Archangel Haniel’s Message For You Today:
“I ask you to notice the natural world coming alive. As you connect with the environment surrounding you, you too burst forth with a renewed vitality. The plants offer their support and guidance to you. Just as I am always with you, the essence of the land also consistently works to support you. Give thanks to the land that offers you food, grounding, and shelter.”
Your Angel Number For Today:
8 – The 8 vibration fosters abundance as you begin to grow personally and spiritually. You are becoming aware of the divinity in things beyond yourself. You notice God in the people you meet, the animals you see, the trees surrounding your home. It was all created to nurture your soul. There is oneness in all of life.
Action Steps:
Bring signs of life into your home like flowers, greenery, or a wreath. Cook with herbs. Let these be reminders of the beauty of plant life.
Affirmation Of The Day:
“As I am a part of nature I embrace my season of growing, I am planting seeds that will one day need sowing.”
Love & Blessings,
12 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: Angel Haviel moves me, be the best version of what you can be, Devine intentions, Divine Light, give it to the angels, heal your situation, health issues, I am one with the divine, integrity, message, miracles, miracles coming into my life, open and honest, relationships, release non-authentic, release what doesn't work anymore, Truth and integrity, worries replaced by complete serenity
“Your angels are guiding you to be particularly open and honest with yourself. It’s crucial to be true to yourself in all your actions and activities.”
Your Angel’s Message:
The angels are asking you now to release anything that’s not authentic and that doesn’t mirror your highest and more Divine intentions for yourself. You’re also reminded to release anything that doesn’t work for you anymore. God and the angels will take care of it.
Divine light enters your life when you open your heart and release all unhealthy situations. When you surrender your troubles, Divine light can freely enter. Replace all that is negative with complete truth and integrity. Your life will change for the better. No matter your issue, be it your job, your relationships, health issues or anything else, it will heal rapidly and in the most beautiful of ways. Angels will guide you to your destination. Worries are to be replaced by complete serenity.
What You Should Do:
Be honest with yourself now. You need to be truthful with yourself before you can be this way with others. Be the best version of you that you can be. When you do this, the angels will guide you towards something that will either heal your situation completely or that will replace it entirely. When you’re true to yourself you can expect miracles!
Your Affirmation:
“I am honest and true to myself. I am one with the Divine and accept with grace the miracles that are coming into my life.”
11 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
A hoity-toity boor
full o’ malarky ‘n shenanigans
met her whirlygig nincompoop
in cahoots with a topsy-turvy ragamuffin
busy as a one armed coat hanger
or a cockamamie doohickey
of a hodgepodge afternoon.
Before sunset,
the scalawag skedaddled off
with her pipsqueak
for a roly-poly overnighter
of razzmatazz ramshackle razzle-dazzle!
The Broken
Something is always broken.
Nothing is perfect longer than a day –
Every roof has a broken tile,
Every mouth a chipped tooth.
Something is always broken
But the world endures the break:
The broken twig is how we follow the trail.
The broken promise is the one we remember.
Something changed is pushed out the door,
Sad, perhaps, but ready, too ready, for the world.
Something is always broken.
Something is always fixed.
Alberto Rios.
10 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: bell tongue, Best Friend Forever, bottle neck, clock face, eye of storm, heart of the country, Lisel Mueller, lonely, mouth of cave, pitcher lip, shoes tongue, table, Things
Things
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
Lisel Mueller
from Alive Together
09 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: lost in plain sight, short term memory, the flash of a red fox
Lost in Plain Sight
Some where recently
I lost my short-term memory
It was there and then it moved
like the flash of a red fox
along a line fence.
My short-term memory
has no address but here
no time but now.
It is a straight-man, waiting ll in empty space
to fill in empty space
with name, data, trivia, punch line.
And then it fails to show.
It is lost, hiding somewhere out back
a dried ragweed stalk on the Kansas Prairie
holding the shadow of its life
against a January wind.
How am I to go on?
I wake up a hundred times a day.
Who am I waiting for
What am I looking for
Why do I have this empty cup
on the porch or in the yard?
I greet my neighbor, who smiles.
I turn a slow, lazy Susan
in my mind, looking for
some clue, anything to break the spell
of being lost in plain sight.
Peter Schneider
in line Fence
08 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Lost in Space
Lost in space, she imagined
the GPS was an octopus
and the road the depths of the sea.
As if the Queen of Neptune
that shape-shifter, had taken silt
and tossed it o’er the road
gnarled seagrass rippling free
from blacktop to suck the wheels
and spit them out
as coral, sharp and pink
beneath the sea.
Jeanne in the mountains
4-8-2021
07 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: 4-7-21, air, bud, deep in pollen, dip my beak, earth, flows on and on, forever, hover quick, Jeanne in the mountains, mobius strip, mouth to soul, nectar on tongue, oinhale gold, seed root leaf eye, sugar on throat, take off to land on pistil, twists its curve, water
bud
I hover quick
dip my beak
deep in pollen
inhale gold
Mobius strip
twists its curve
flows on and on
forever
Nectar on tongue
sugar on throat
take off to land
on pistil
earth air water
fire flame flower
seed root leaf eye
mouth to soul
Jeanne in the mountains
4-7-21
06 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: bleak December, borrow, dying ember, Edgar Allen Poe, Grim Entanglements, Magdalene, midnight dreary, napping, nothing more, pondered weary, rapping, sorrow, tapping, The Raven
Magdalene
Once upon a midnight dreary, I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious ritual of forgotten love
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some sign gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door-
“Tis some muse, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more”
Ah, distinctly I remember as I woke in bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books sources of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Magdalene-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Magdalene-
Nameless here forever more
05 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: awakening is another chance at spring, belly of the whale, cool night, enchantment, Jim Harrison, life herself, new air, our sould explode and then regather, Songs of Unreason, spring, struggle of becoming, the entire moon, the spring bud, walking the ghost road beyond our lives, we crawl to it
Spring
by Jim Harrison
Something new in the air today, perhaps the struggle of the bud
to become a leaf. Nearly two weeks late it invaded the air but
then what is two weeks to life herself? On a cool night there is
a break from the struggle of becoming. I suppose that’s why we
sleep. In a childhood story they spoke of the land of enchant-
ment. We crawl to it, we short-lived mammals, not realizing that
we are already there. To the gods the moon is the entire moon
but to us it changes second by second because we are always fish
in the belly of the whale of earth. We are encased and can’t stray
from the house of our bodies. I could say that we are released,
but I don’t know, in our private night when our souls explode
into a billion fragments then calmly regather in a black pool in
the forest, far from the cage of flesh, the unremitting “I.” This was
a dream and in dreams we are forever alone walking the ghost
road beyond our lives. Of late I see waking as another chance at
spring.
Jim Harrison, “Spring” from Songs of Unreason. Copyright © 2011 by Jim Harrison. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon Press,
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