illustrator: J Byron Schachner
must be huge
overflowing
bright colors
dreamy
and include animals
nesting
My Aquarius hat
08 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
in My Aquarius Hat, Poetry Tags: and include animals, bright colors, dreamy, illustrator: J Byron Schachner, must be huge, My Aquarius Hat, nesting, Overflowing
Oliver’s Birthday
05 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
in Oliver's Birthday, Poetry Tags: 2020, budgeting, but for multiplication and addition practice, generosity, Not enough for his new bike pedals, Oliver is nine.Feb 9, Oliver's Birthday, patience, time and dollars, twice $18, village where children thrive
Oliver is nine on Feb 9, 2020
He gets nine dollars twice: $18.
Not enough for his new bike pedals,
but enough for multiplication and addition practice
learning to budget time and dollars
learning to budget patience too
daily at the mill of generosity
in the village where children thrive!
the Calligraphy Path
02 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the Calligraphy Path Tags: Chinese runs vertical, Denise Lach, Hebrew backward, Jeanne, majuscules march, minuscules fly, paths choose age appropriate, quiltsfollow weaves, Russian skips, the Calligraphy Path, The Society of Scribes.org
calligraphy by Denise Lach @ The Society of Scribes NYC
Chinese runs right to left or
vertical…
Hebrew
backwards.
Russian skips
spaces…
quilts follow
weaves & waves.
majuscules
march…
minuscules
fly…
paths
choose: age appropriate!
all rights
Jeanne
Definition #112 Candle
01 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
This was 5 years ago and I weighed 100 lbs more!
Candle
It’s Birthday month: I’m 74!
The short wicked candle burns.
Between Nor’ Easters,wind and snow
My family comes, adjourns.
The elders bring their rattled bones
And ticklish touching smiles
They know a moment’s all we’ve got
Embrace and touch awhile.
Jeanne Poland
AGE
01 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
in AGE, Poetry Tags: AGE, Always uncut never late, an ace a day, Bravo! to the AGE display, color my set, day drama unfolds, Humility bites me, Jeanne, night curtain closes, simplicity is my costume, Wisdom is born
AGE
AGE
gives me an ace a day.
At night,
the curtain closes.
At day…opens:
drama unfolds.
Wisdom
is born.
Humility
bites me.
Simplicity
is my costume.
Color
my set.
Bravo!
to the AGE display!
Always,
uncut……never late.
all rights
Jeanne
phenomenal photos
29 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in phenomenal photos, Poetry Tags: David Schultz, dazzles us with the beauty live!, Park City Utah, phenomenal photos, takes his lens to Yellowstone
David Schultz
who I met in Park City Utah
who takes his lens to Yellowstone
and dazzles us with the beauty live!
Geneen Roth’s Memes
28 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in Geneen Roth's Memes, Poetry Tags: being with feelings, evoke divinity itself, Geneen Roth's Memes, get to know who you are, transformation is involved in what we eat, wake up to the riot of life, you are vaster than any state
hope
27 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in hope, Poetry Tags: blow the seeds about you, Carolyn Myss, hope, pay hope back
blow the seeds about you- pay hope back
green and red
25 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in green and red, Poetry Tags: a royal complement, bites the pallette, clings to flesh, Debrah, enhances red, green and red, painting greens, reflects in water, rustles leaves
from QIZDebrah
painting greens
bites the palette;
rustles leaves
reflects in water;
clings to flesh
enhances red;
a royal complement!
Botticelli’s Venus
23 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in Botticelli's Venus, Poetry Tags: a thousand years, alight, Botticelli's Venus, gleam of the river, little touches, near nightfall, out of a dark grave, out of the waves, shaken, the vision, Wendell Berry, willows touching her
The Venus of Botticelli
by Wendell Berry
I knew her when I saw her
in the vision of Botticelli, riding
shoreward out of the waves,
and afterward she was in my mind
as she had been before, but changed,
so that if I saw her here, near
nightfall, striding off the gleam
of the Kentucky River as it darkened
behind her, the willows touching
her with little touches laid
on breast and arm and thigh, I
would rise as after a thousand
years, as out of the dark grave,
alight, shaken, to remember her.
“The Venus of Botticelli” by Wendell Berry
from New Collected Poems. Counterpoint © 2012.
Reprinted with permission.
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