Nimble
nimble as a thimble
on my thumb
deft as a needle
flying thread
piercing-weaving
skin on skin
gyrating cimbal’s
shrilling tymbal
quick cicada rhythm
e a r t h
08 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in earth, Poetry Tags: ear, earth, eat, Father, god like me, hare, hat, hate, heart, het, Mother, sibling
artist: J Byron Schachner
e a r t h
ear to hear
eat to grow
heat to warm
hare to jump into my lap
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
heart rate
hat to shelter
eat to taste
hate to warn me
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
it’s a mother
it’s a father
it’s a sibling too.
most of all, a god like me
that’s what e a r t h brings to me!
Barn Owls on Parade
06 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Barn Owls on Parade, Poetry Tags: Barn Owls on Parade, barn's watch tower bird, delicate chin, recessed beak, subtle heart face
Barn Owls on Parade
delicate chin and
recessed beak-subtle heart face:
barn’s watch tower bird
Where are you, owenapoland?
04 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Where are you, owenapoland? Tags: color pencil of my grandchildren by Jeanne, hiding a rich tradition of Jeanne and genes, Instagram, privacy has a wall, Where are you, owenapoland?, you've vacated facebook
color pencil of my grandchildren by Jeanne
Where are you, owenapoland?
you’ve vacated Facebook
can’t find you on Instagram.
and with you…
went my grandchildren!
does privacy have a wall
around my grands?
hiding a rich tradition
of Jeanne and genes?
Through the windows of the kitchen…
03 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Through the windows of the kitchen... Tags: aroma of spaghetti sauce, content, only windows that side of house, piqued our saliva, screaming appetite for supper, siblings riding their 2 wheelers, surprise, Through the windows of the kitchen..., together, welcoming
Through the windows of the kitchen…
These were the only windows that side of the house.
Opened on a narrow alley,
but to the west was a garden
with flowers nurtured by my Italian dad.
Through the panes,
we spied the siblings riding their two wheelers
with a screaming appetite for 6PM supper.
the aroma of fresh spaghetti sauce
warmed our nostrils, piqued our saliva.
Six places were set, equally welcoming.
The youngest child was under the table
waiting to surprise someone.
We always pretended to play the script!
Listened.
Laughed.
Ate .
Cleaned up.
Finished the dishes.
Together.
Through the window,
content.
Grooming
02 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in grooming, Poetry Tags: a shudder running just under the skin, braid the tail, grooming, ride the trail, ring the saddle, set the part, Ted Kooser, Weather Central
Khan
Weather Central
Each evening at six-fifteen, the weatherman
turns a shoulder to us, extends his hand,
and talking softly as a groom, cautiously
smooths and strokes the massive, dappled flank
of the continent, touching the cloudy whorls
that drift like galaxies across its hide,
tracing the loops of harness with their barbs
and bells and pennants; then, with a horsefly’s touch,
he brushes a mountain range and sets a shudder
running just under the skin. His bearing
is cavalier from years of success and he laughs
at the science, yet makes no sudden moves
that might startle that splendid order
or loosen the physics. One would not want to wake
the enormous Appaloosa mare of weather,
asleep in her stall on a peaceful moonlit night.
Ted Kooser
in Weather Central
Grooming
set the part
braid the tail
ring the saddle
ride the trail
by Jeanne 4/2/2018
Begin again. It’s April
01 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Begin again.It's April!, Poetry Tags: Begin again.It's April!, by degrees the heat rises, the green shoot pierces last years fallen leaf, wet with sweet tears that melt the frost
by Tina Reeder in Procreate on Apple iPadPro
Begin Again. It’s April
the green shoot pierces
last years fallen leaf
and by degrees the heat rises
wet with sweet tears that melt the frost
that kept us aloof-untouching.
Archetype 60
31 Mar 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, we spread our wings like butterflies, peacocks, angels Tags: angels, know wisdom that is God, owls open, peacocks, spirits soar, we spread our wings like butterflies, wings manifest flight
we spread our wings like butterflies, peacocks, angels
wings manifest flight:
spirits soar, owls open; know
WISDOM that is God!
New Blurb Book:
29 Mar 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Gospel According to Jeanne Tags: artist, Christ, Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca, Jeanne Poland, Jeanne Smith, Quicksilver, Sr Virginia Mary of Christ
cover jacket for The Gospel According to Jeanne
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