Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
11 May 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: boats, boundaries, changing, Children, dates, fish. respect, fog, grands, iceberg, memory, Mother's Day, pets, principaled, sea swirls, trust to feed
Mother still at 72
Children 36 and 38
Grands at 4 and 2
Pets at 12 and 10.
Like an iceberg
Memory melting
Adrift in changing times
Wide bottom principled.
Seas swirl round
Horns pierce fog
Boats pass leery
Fish respect.
Mother still at 72
Dates to keep
Boundaries to set
Trust to feed and grow.
All rights.
5/11/13
10 May 2013 2 Comments
in Family, Uncategorized Tags: animals, faucets, feline, flowers, nature, paw prints, think better, upside-down cats
We think better
upside down;
leave less paw prints
upside down;
drink from faucets
upside down;
see more flowers
upside down;
you should try it for a day
upside down
the feline way!
5/9/13
All rights.
09 May 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: audience, awe, baby face, bath, breastplate, broom, concentration, face cloth, motorcycle jacket, play, riddle, scripts, sculpture, tickled
I read an interview with children’s writer: Doug Snelson, author of The Fable of the Snake named Slim. He mentioned two qualities of play that both children and adults should use: awe and concentration Awe sees the wonder and concentration is the focus. These qualities create vital interaction.
The quote brought to mind my Grandson of 2 years in the bath this past Saturday.
The hair sculpture was play for the adult but what tickled me was the fifteen minutes he spent playing with the baby face cloth pretending it was a shirt, bib, motorcycle jacket, and various other warrior breastplates that went “brooom, brooom broom” down the road.
His total concentration transformed the simple cloth into any number of costumes and characters.
Mumbled scripts included.
The bath is a stage.
The audience smiled with awe and concentration!
08 May 2013 2 Comments
in Family Tags: corn, Easter, fan, fun guy, fungus, funny, glow, Halloween, orange, riddle, ruffles, scary sight, sunny, yellow, yolk
Orange
Which is the fungus from Halloween?
Which is the fun guy from Easter morn?
Which has the yolk as yellow as corn?
Which has the shape of sweet candy-corn?
Which has the sun’s glow orange and warm?
Which has the ruffles that fan out when born?
These are the riddles all orange and bright
Sunny and funny and scary a sight!
06 May 2013 3 Comments
in Family Tags: beavers, canoe, catch, fish, frogs, grace, husband, kayak, lagoon, magic, magic lights, nightly, place, riddle, romance, swoon, turtles, whack, wife
‘Twas romance on the wild lagoon
With largest catch from far to soon.
Husband shows his wife the place
Where magic lights upon his face.
With largest catch from far to soon
Those fish sure bite before the moon
Raises frogs; makes turtles swoon.
Husband shows his wife the place
Which beckons nightly for his grace
Canoe or kayak, rod in case.
Where magic lights upon his face
And beavers threaten with their “whacks”
How dare you fish in beaver’s place?
05 May 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: blog, bog, clog, fog, hog, log, oink, pig
Pig in fog
on the bog
muddy hog
for the blog
“Oink-y log
foggy clog.
Jeanne Poland
5/4/13
03 May 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: bees, beetles, bugs, Children, dandelions, deer, rabbits, spring sprang, turkeys, wasps, woodpecker
Yesterday Spring sprang!
On the way home from Poetry Reading at the library, in the car, we spied:
2 wild turkeys crossing the road
1 jack rabbit
3 deer
1 woodpecker
3 waving children
several goldfinch
1 carpenter bee
several beetles
Mediterranean wasps
a million dandelions
and many squashed bugs across the windshield of the newly waxed car.
At night, I went right to sleep. All were exactly where they ought to be!
02 May 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: afraid, breathing, car, chair, dreamed, familiar, flooded, needs, ocupied, personal space, phone, pocketbook, poem, prescriptions, privacy, stramger, treading water
I dreamed
you moved into my house,
a stranger,
with all your prescriptions,
favorite chair,
all your needs.
There were 60 more,
just like you.
My house was occupied.
My car
phone
pocketbook
taken.
All my personal space.
Privacy.
I stopped breathing…
Afraid to share.
Then my first floor flooded.
We rescued each other.
All of us
familiar,
treading water.
01 May 2013 3 Comments
in Family Tags: Autobiography, babies, Budgets, Calligraphy, divorce, Dominicans, German ghetto, grand children, Jeanne form Queens, mountains, North Shore LI, published, relatives, Teaching Art in NYC, the Midwest, Trappists
Table of Contents
Farms in Queens
German Ghetto
St. Thomas the Apostle Parish
Dominican Nuns
The Band
Girl Scouts
The Elevated Train
Brooklyn Catholic High Schools
Convent Life in the Sixties
Coming Out
Meeting the Trappist Priest
Teaching Art in the New York City HS
Having 3 babies in 4 years
Raising Children on the North Shore of Long Island
Equality in a Marriage
Relatives
Divorce
The Midwest
Art & Teaching
Calligraphy
Non-Retirement
Budgets
City girl goes to the Mountains
Home Owners Association
Elder Years
Being Published
Health Maintenance
Grand Children
29 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: ancestors, baskets, baths, blankets, breasts, cover, dream, ears, feet, fruit, juices, loins, lullabies, matriarchal, nurture, riddle, sleep, umbilical
Dreams, it has been said, were the first poems and stories told around the fire in ancient tribal cultures. Jan Hutchinson
We gather, holding baskets
filled with fruit;
seeds and juices
of our loins.
Breasts ready to succor,
feet to serve,
ears to learn
what nurture needs.
Umbilical still grows,
Twists its lullabies;
In and out of sleep
and baths and blankets’ cover.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 