28 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in Diva Pig Child, Poetry
Tags: avatar, book: Diva Pig Child, diva pig chold, French Christian Devotion, fulfillment in discipline, humility, implemented daily, Jeanne Poland, Mary, meditation, Mother of Jesus, product of the nunnery

new avatar for diva pig child
cover of my book: Diva Pig Child:

I am a product of the nunnery
with a medieval French Christian Devotion
to Saints, Mary, Mother of Jesus,
and fulfillment in discipline
and a constant schedule
implemented daily
with meditation
and
humility
26 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
And when we marry, we marry the whole family each and every root and seed; everyelement of earth, water, air and fire!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator

“Deep Emily” watercolor by Jeanne Poland
Owen wanted me to paint Emily in the woods.
But I saw her as rocks in the stream,
surrounded by her family
allowing the cold water to refresh them and smooth the surface
until they were smooth from the touch of the divine…
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21 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in Ian McEwan, Poetry
Tags: 72nd birthday, assages can be reworked, Atonement, fetus in mother's womb, Ian McEwan, incest and murder, Not being boring is quite a challenge, provisional nature of unprinted material held in the computer, provocative ways to write, Saturday, Solar, Word Processing is more intimate, wrinkled old man


the wrinkled old man McEwan brings to life
It’s the 72nd birthday of English novelist Ian McEwan(1948), best known for his internationally best-selling novel Atonement (2001), about a young girl who starts a disastrous rumor. It was later made into a hit film starring Keira Knightley. McEwan tends to write about unsavory characters and situations, like incest and murder. He likes to choose unlikely and provocative ways to tell a story. His novel Nutshell (2016) is essentially a retelling of Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, but told from the point of view of a fetus in his mother’s womb. His penchant for dark material has earned him the nickname “Ian Macabre” in the British press.
McEwan’s novels include The Comfort of Strangers (1981), Amsterdam (1998), and On Chesil Beach (2007). He’s fond of intense research for his books, like shadowing a neurosurgeon for two years for the novel Saturday (2003) and immersing himself in physics for Solar (2010).
When asked how his writing process has changed with the onset of technology, McEwan answered: “In the seventies I used to work in the bedroom of my flat at a little table. I worked in longhand with a fountain pen. I’d type out a draft, mark up the typescript, type it out again. Once I paid a professional to type a final draft, but I felt I was missing things I would have changed if I had done it myself. In the mid-eighties I was a grateful convert to computers. Word processing is more intimate, more like thinking itself. In retrospect, the typewriter seems a gross mechanical obstruction. I like the provisional nature of unprinted material held in the computer’s memory — like an unspoken thought. I like the way sentences or assages can be endlessly reworked, and the way this faithful machine remembers all your little jottings and messages to yourself. Until, of course, it sulks and crashes.”
About writing, he says, “Not being boring is quite a challenge.”
20 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in orchids, Poetry
Tags: an endless shore, gnawing pain, he'll heal again, Luci Shaw, never fails, never the tropics, orchids, Our Prayers Break on God, prayers like waves, seas evaporate, sould and bodies, troubles eat at God like nails, waited 6 years for flowers

waiting 6 years for this one to flower
my house is never the tropics
Our Prayers Break on God
by Luci Shaw
Our prayers break on God like waves,
and he an endless shore,
and when the seas evaporate
and oceans are no more
and cries are carried in the wind
God hears and answers every sound
as he has done before.
Our troubles eat at God like nails.
He feels the gnawing pain
on souls and bodies.
He never fails
but reassures he’ll heal again
,
again, again, again and yet again.
“Our Prayers Break On God” by Luci Shaw
from Eye of the Beholder.
Paraclete Press © 2018.
Reprinted with permission of Paraclete Press in Brewster, Massachusetts.
18 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, surfer girl
Tags: ahead of the break, Barbara Crooker, catch it, dive under the breakers, froth, in the curl, lithe, long-limbed, on air, pewter waves, sea's slick metal, sleek as a seal, stride into the waves, surfer girl, the yearning, writing my name on water

Surfer Girl
by Barbara Crooker
I’m walking on the beach this cold brisk morning,
the bleached sea grass bending in the wind, when there,
up ahead, in the pewter waves, I see a surfer in her wet suit,
sleek as a seal, cutting in and out of the curl, shining in the light.
I’m on the far side of sixty, athletic as a sofa, but this is where
the longing starts, the yearning for another life, the one
where I’m lithe and long-limbed, tanned California bronze,
short tousled hair full of sunshine. The life where I shoulder my board,
stride into the waves, dive under the breakers, and rise; my head shaking
off water like a golden retriever. I am waiting for that perfect wave
so I can crouch up and catch it, my arms out like wings, slicing back
and forth in the froth, wind at my back, sea’s slick metal polished
before me. Nothing more important now than this balance between
water and air, the rhythm of in and out, staying ahead of the break,
choosing my line like I choose these words, writing my name
on water, writing my name on air.
“Surfer Girl” by Barbara Crooker, from More. © CR Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission.
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