Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
05 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the day we lost the power Tags: 5/4/2018, between 2 thunderstorms, divine and astral, electric died, grounded in marble, indoor pool, Lenox MA photoby Owen, other dimensions, space, tastes, the day we lost the power, the rocks of westinghouse, touch scent sounds smells
the man-made pond at Fox Hill made from local granite in Lenox, MA-photo by Owen Poland 5/4/2018 The Westinghouse Estate
the power went
between 2 thunderstorms;
the first while we played in the indoor pool
the second when the electric died
at 9:30PM.
I switched to touch
and pondered the power
that I still had:
in touch, scent, sounds, smells,
and tastes
and in other dimensions
divine and astral.
I saw into space
my feet grounded in marble
and the rocks of Westinghouse.
04 May 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, Reflections on Job Tags: a walk in the wilderness, blind in the dark, rediated in the sun, Reflections to come, trusting in a mystery, trusting in the glory to come, without justice
Living in the Now: art by Jeanne
Everyday is a walk in the wilderness
without justice
trusting in a mystery
blind in the dark
radiated in the sun
trusting
in the glory
to come
03 May 2018 1 Comment
in Namesake:QUICKSILVER, Poetry Tags: avengers, blue, cold, flairs up, frozen, hard to animate silver, keeping company, lightning speed, Namesake: QUICKSILVER, plummets, super hero, translates as mercury
quicksilver, the super hero keeping company with the Avengers
apparently, it’s very hard to animate silver as it flashes by.
It looks frozen, blue, cold, and actually, translates as mercury,
as in, flairs up and then plummets back with lightning speed!
02 May 2018 Leave a comment
in in the mouse, Poetry Tags: abouts, house, in the mouse, louse, outs, sprouts
in the mouse
In the house
I found a mouse
in the mouse
I found a louse
in the louse
I found some sprouts
in the sprouts
I found abouts
many ins and outs
01 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Listening is my Benediction, Poetry Tags: a-jeanne-da, analy-sis, honor, imagi-nation, learning, listen, Listening is my Benediction, student, teach-er
Listening is my Benediction
Instead of my own a-jeanne-da
I’ll listen.
Instead of imagi-nation
I’ll listen.
Instead of analy-sis
I’ll listen.
Instead of teach-er
I’ll listen.
Exit the teacher
enter the student
open to learning
open to honoring you.
30 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in blessings, Poetry Tags: art by Walter Koessler, blessings, blue toe, burning your retina, fires in the night, flckering on chest hairs, frozen channels, puff out dragon breath, scurry, snowflakes, swallow a burning sword, tears in your eyes, tempting you, the laughter of God, wafting up genie smoke, wet your pants
art by Walter Koessler
Blessings
blessings fall like snowflakes in your eyes
bring tears
create frozen channels on your breast
wet your pants in embarrassing places
and scurry to your feet
giving you blue toe.
blessings keep you grateful like fires
in the night
flickering on your chest hairs,
burning in your retina
wafting up genie smoke toward the sky
tempting you to make a wish,
swallow a burning sword
and puff out dragon breath.
beware the death of the blessing
instead hear in the distance
the laughter of God
29 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a bitch with rich relatives, a whisk broom sweeping up debris, boisterous bard, bristling, Giving a Poetry Reading, I am a wish for grandeur, I'm a wirch casting spells, itching, Rhyming, riotous, switching
Instagram experiment
Giving a Poetry Reading
Some say I’m a witch
casting alchemy spells
or a bitch
with rich relatives
or whisk broom
sweeping up debris
but the truth is
I am a wish for grandeur
a swishing, itching, bristling poet
a rhyming, riotous boisterous bard!
28 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Poetry Reading in Song Tags: flew up, hearts of artists, in the deep, jammed, Jan Hutchinson, Jeanne listens to iMac, Music, poems, Poetry Reading in Song, rejoiced
Jeanne Listens to iMac
in the studio with the greatest sounds
We listened to the poems
the music, the beat
of hearts of artists
who jammed,
rejoiced
in words
found
in the deep
and
flew up!
Thankyou Jan Hutchinson, for the prompts extraordiaire!
listen for yourself:
27 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, while you play on iPad Tags: blinks and flashes alerts, cruising the lane, electric data, for eye to eye contact, going in and out, head lowered to the partner, I reach to touch your arm, I wait in vain, it beats your rhythm, Jeanne in iMovie by Jeanne, knows your thoughts, lavender, poking the iPad, while you play on iPad, you are apart in autism, you are lost in iPad
Jeanne in iMovie by Jeanne
while you play on iPad
I reach across the table
to touch your arm
for you are lost in the iPad screen again.
your head lowered to the partner
who blinks and flashes alerts
while I wait in vain
for eye to eye contact
the kind that shows my soul
it sings your song
beats your rhythm
cherishes your words
knows your thoughts
warms at your touch
but you are apart in
autism
poking the iPad
cruising the lane
electric data
going in and out…
I’ll wait for the data
you want to share
when you want
how you want
likely with lavender!
27 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in one flower in the bouquet, Poetry Tags: arthritic memories, elder years, from papa to all the men, housekeeping, loved as one, musty smells, not good looks, not separately, not sequentially, one flower in the bouquet, one lacy baby's breath, one petaled rose, one sweet smell, part of the bouquet, patient service to his every need, playthings, the solidarity of those women, they're a boost, whitish smells
one flower in the bouquet
I know I am only one
of the flowers in the bouquet.
one sweet smell
one petaled velvety rose
one lacy baby’s breath.
but oh the solidarity of those women
loved as one by their man
not sequentially,
not separately
not because of looks
not dedicated housekeeping
not playthings
but an integral part of the bouquet
of patient service to his every need.
I understand
because I had a bouquet myself:
from my papa and down to all the men who served my needs
sequentially.
who nurse me now
in my elder years
with their musty smells
and whitish hairs
and arthritic memories…
together,
they’re a boost!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 