Gallery by Walter Koessler
the pull
of my thoughts
is still strong,
but the love
for this moment
is stronger.
The pull of drama
still compels me
but the love for showing up
where I am
is
BIGGER!
spoken by Geneen Roth
the pull
02 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the pull Tags: BIGGER, Geneen Roth, love for showing up, love for this moment, my thoughts, pull of drama compels, stronger, the pull, where I am
Babies… Present
31 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Babies...Present, Poetry Tags: a battering ram, abortion scrapes in darkness, amniotic fluid, anencephaly, anesthesia, Babies...Present, box, celebration, compromised thigh, DNA, immune system, neural tube disorder, orifice, penetrated the thigh, pre-presentation miracle, punishment, surrender, tiny promise of longevity, turned fluid pink with blood
Babies Present
1
abortion puts you under
scrapes out your womb
in blackness
ashamed, you ask the doctor
whether it was male or female.
‘it was a boy’ he states
you wonder: Is this a punishment
for leaving the convent after 10 years?
2
the second baby grew to term.
shape-shifted to anencephaly
poisoned the amniotic fluid
elevated the blood pressure
required hospitalization and an X-ray.
anesthesia to deliver
lived 3 hours
tiny box for medical research.
3
the third baby was given amniocentesis
to certify no neural tube disorder
doctor penetrated the thigh from front to back
and turned the fluid pink with blood.
daughter has a compromised thigh.
4
fourth baby, born 8 lbs, 12 ounces,
presented face-up, and his skull pushed fecal matter out, a battering ram, with each contraction.
That shocked me more than the power of the pushing
I couldn’t control any orifice!
Had to surrender
had to get practiced at giving over to the presentation
the celebration of life
quietly my son’s DNA brought me
Immune system reserves
to protect me
for the rest of my 80 years.
his tiny promise of longevity
for me his Mom
The womb that fed him
the legs that grew long hair while he lived and grew inside
It was the pre-presentation miracle!
alone
29 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in alone 2, Poetry Tags: alone, bed is lumps, captives in their den, gingerly move, go for broke, Him who held all majesty, I'm pinned, lifted to a throne, light burnished me, pant for breath, patients pale, piss and moan, rise up violet tongues, rooted trees, screaming wind, sighs could kill, suck more blood, swollen lungs
by An Melis
Alone here in the night
I hear the screaming wind;
The bed is lumps; the gown is course
Onto the cold, I’m pinned.
The ward is jammed with patients pale
Who breath their oxygen;
While screens beep loud and piss and moan
Keep captives in their den.
If sighs could kill, I’d deck each nurse
Who pricks me with the needle;
To suck more blood and wrap more tape
That makes me shake and wheedle.
I go for broke, adorn a mask
And gingerly move out to hall;
Midst interns, aids and techs
“Who is that patient holding onto wall?”
“Tight pain! blow out” I pant for breath
Lift up my swollen lungs
Go up! Go up! you rooted trees
Rise up you violet tongues!
The light, it came to burnish me
Upon my humble bed and lifted me;
Onto a throne that rested to the right
Of Him who held all majesty!
poem by Jeanne
retreat
28 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, retreat Tags: a ring of published authors and poets, drive to the barn, Gail Carson Levine, Honesdale, illustrator: Shadra Strickland, retreat
illustrator: Shadra Strickland
today I drive home to the barn ,in Honesdale, and meet with
the “muse in the woods”: Gail Carson Levine and
a ring of published authors and poets
Definition: #164 Oliver’s Plan
27 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Oliver grew up and got real; now he builds mountain bike paths with a chain saw! He’s 8 years old, after all!
John Deere Bday Gift
Oliver’s Fourth Birthday
Built by Jeanne and Don
Trinet Poem: (from Catherine Johnson https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/
tractor ride
front loader
battery charges forty minute ride uphill.
To hold four young we’ll need:
hundred batteries,
two tractors
wild ride!
stretch
27 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Beanie and Stretch, cuddle with a red-haired girl, fingers for antennae, in the green green grass, J Byron Schachner, Stretch, that hear for you, wear a mitten on your head, when your ears are snuggled down, whose barrettes look like ears
Beanie and Stretch by J Byron Schachner
wear a mitten on your head
fingers for antennae
cuddle with a red-haired girl
whose barrettes look like ears
that hear for you when
your ears are snuggled down…
in the green green grass…
the magic of prayer
26 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the magic of prayer Tags: illustrator: J Byron Schachner, Skippy goes Irish, sometimes prayer means using every crayon in the box!, the magic of prayer
Skippy goes Irish
illustrator: J Byron Schachner
sometimes prayer means using every crayon in the box!
Spring’s Custodians
26 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
when you feel powerless…
This AM I heard Frost’s poem below on the Poetry Almanac. The last stanza reminded me that I am responsible for the protection of God’s creatures as they spring back into the concert that is SPRING!
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved…
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kisses
25 Mar 2019 1 Comment
in kisses, Poetry Tags: by feline fuzzy licks, don't be surprised, find the kissing spot, graze it with your lips, kisses, posted by Char Jones
posted by Char Jones
find the kissing spot
graze it with your lips
don’t be surprised
by feline fuzzy licks!
soft edges
24 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: bony, bushy, electrified, hard edge lens of dog eye, hard edge shinny nose, hard edged jaw line, hard eged nostril, J Byron Schachner, liquid, soft edge blade of grass, soft edge eyebrows, soft edge fur, soft edged earrings, Soft Edges, texture, tunnel-y
illustration by J Byron Schachner
illustration by J Byron Schachner
see the hard edged lens on the dog eye
but the soft edge of the dog fur;
see the hard edged right jaw line of the woman
but the soft edges of the hanging earrings;
see the hard edge shinny nose of the pup
but the soft edges of the blades of grass;
see the hard edge of the left nostril
but the soft edge of the eyebrows.
It’s all about texture: liquid, bushy, bony, tunnel-y, or electrified!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 