Illustrator: Ann Pillicer
Mom gave me my grin
Mom gave me my chin
No surprise: we share with kin!
May Day Festival
06 May 2019 Leave a comment
in May Day Festival 2019, Poetry Tags: dance, enjoy the music, May Day Festival 2019, mom and son, of the Waldorf Community its teachers and children, open hearts, wisdom from below flies to experience from above
Jeanne and Owen share time at the May Festival @ Hawthorne Valley Waldorf School
wisdom from below flies to
experience from above
as Mom and son enjoy
the music, dance, and open hearts
of the Waldorf Community
its teachers and children!
be flexible
04 May 2019 Leave a comment
in be flexible, Poetry Tags: artist, be flexible, bend, the wind, Thich Nhat Hanh, weather the violent storm, with roots deep and firm
artist: the wind
weather
the violet storm
with roots
deep and firm
B E N D
my Jesus Robe
02 May 2019 Comments Off on my Jesus Robe
in my Jesus Robe, Poetry Tags: 'lectric hems, aerobic exercise, covens, cover with a long cape, covers my No underwear, fat, incarnate, Jeanne in one of her Jesus robes, jumps spinning, magic, manly muscled legs, my Jesus Robe, sacred rites, she doesn'y knock down easily, skating, somersaults, static power, swishes live across my ankles, the Word of God, walls 'gainst dust, wide pants for yoga, windmills for energy
Jeanne in one of her Jesus Robes
Jeanne’s Poem:
Some days I wear my Jesus robe
which covers my “no underwear.”
Other days, it’s cover for my manly, muscled legs
which younger brother labels “fat”.
(My fiancé smiles and retorts:”She doesn’t knock down easily”)
Other times my long robe is wide pants for yoga, skating and aerobic exercise-
somersaults, jumps and spinning.
Sometimes I cover with a long cape
for sacred rites, magic and covens.
Swishes live across my ankles,
flow with ‘lectric hems, static power.
Jesus robes are walls ‘gainst dust
windmills for energy: the Word of God, incarnate!
JOKE
01 May 2019 Leave a comment
in JOKE, Poetry Tags: Gracie at the Louvre, hidden parlor trick, indoors and outdoors, jch, JOKE, Leonardo wrote in reverse, meanie joke, mirror writing, Mona Lisa's eyes, sarcasm, smiling without teeth, teasing, thimble
Gracie at the Louvre
sarcasm is a joke in a thimble
teasing is a cat in arms!
smiling without teeth is a meanie joke
hiding fangs within!
Mona Lisa’s eyes follow you at the museum
The joke’s on you!
Indoors and outdoors in one painting
is a hidden parlor trick!
Leonardo wrote in reverse
He joked in mirror writing!
“notes to self “-poetry prompts by jch
The way it is…
29 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, That's the Way It Is Tags: angel from his car, angel showed me where to leave the sample, angel took my prescription, angel woke me at 6AM, driving, elevator, found vein, Geneen Roth, parking, six angels strong, The Way It Is, winged guidance
The Way It Is
The door opened only 8”-
couldn’t fit through.
An angel from his car helped me:
“If you push it a little, it’ll open more
I’ll help you if you want”
The receptionist took my info
I had 8 blood tests to take
This angel reminded me to take my prescriptions with me
for the phlebotomist.
Critical!
Had to pee for one test of blood sugar.
Squeezed it out.
An angel showed me where to leave the sample.
All these details are
angel led.
winged guidance!
An angel woke me at 6AM.
Another guided my driving to the clinic.
A third found a parking spot.
The fourth held my hand to the elevator and
The fifth made sure I had my prescriptions.
The sixth was the trainee who learned to feel for my veins.
That’s the way it is: six angels strong!
That’s the way it is!
otherwise…
28 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in otherwise, Poetry Tags: birch wood, danced, glowed, golden years, in sync, Jane Kenyon, Jeanne, Julie Rohan Zoch, otherwise, silver candlesticks, sliding feet, sweet milk, thrived, twirled, two strong legs, waving hips
illustrator: Julie Rohan Zoch
Otherwise
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Jane Kenyon
from Otherwise, 1996
I got out of surgery
with a healing incision.
There was no C-diff
or RSV.
I simply glowed!
Never caught pneumonia.
immune system thrived!
never had respiratory arrest.
We danced together
in the ballroom.
twirled around breathing easily
waving hips to the music
sliding our feet smoothly
in sync with each other
in our golden years.
by jeanne
(all rights)
I am not your mother…
26 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in I am not your mother, Poetry Tags: bank account, breast milk, butler, daughter, deep throat, director's chair, Father, flowers, fold clothes, I am not your mother, icing on your cake, Italy, Joy Acey, listen and discern, Naples, partner, student, teacher
statues under Naples in Italy April 2019 taken by Joy Acey
The Usage of Not
by Jeanne Poland
I am not your mother…
yet you make my breast milk run.
I am not your father
yet I model balancing the bank account.
I am not your daughter
yet I prune your flowers and lovingly arrange them.
I am not your butler
yet I fold your clothes dryer cornered and straight.
I am not your teacher
yet I accord you director’s chair.
I am not your student
yet I listen and discern each distinction you create.
I am not your partner
yet I move with you, the icing on your cake.
Try to avoid me…
as I skittle down your tongue to the deep throat below!
lonliness and silence
24 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in lonliness and silence, Poetry Tags: darkness on roots, like rain on petals, lonliness and silence, lonliness touches my thighs, Marcin Piwowarski, my cells to eternity, my love, push my breaths, quiver, scrunch my toes, shine my nails, silence resurrects me, sun on stems
illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
loneliness and silence
loneliness and silence…
resurrect me
like rain on petals
sun
on stems
darkness
on roots.
loneliness and silence…
touch my thighs
they quiver
touch my toes
they scrunch
touch my nails
they shine.
loneliness and silence…
push my breaths
to heaven
push my love
to space
push my cells
to eternity.
certainty and doubt
23 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in certainties and doubts, Poetry Tags: angels, Blue Horses, calcified, certainties and doubts, claws or nails, confidence, confusion, curiosity, edges, hope, imagination, livable, Mary Oliver, Perhaps, raggedy edges, Ram Dass, sureness, wild horses
claws or nails?
My goal isn’t to take away your confusion. Confusion is a fertile field
in which everything is possible. If you think you “know,” you’ve just
calcified again. Ram Dass
Is there something exciting out on the raggedy edges called Perhaps?
What sorts of certainties stifle curiosity? What sorts of sureness make
life livable?
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty.
Mary Oliver in “Angels,” Blue Horses
Hope keeps me from calcifying
Angels teach me “perhaps’
Curiosity makes imagination grow
and
the wild horses keep running!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 