Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
17 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in angels, Poetry Tags: angels, bikes, chance, cotton, grandpa's joysibling's rival, pants, Photo by Jeanne, spirit moves, wings rise up
photo by Jeanne
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Angels
cotton robes
cotton pants
bikes in mountains
tricks of chance
that’s what angels are.
pants fall down
wings rise up
spirit moves
in golden cup
that’s what angels do.
grandma’s gems
grandpa’s joy
sibling’s rival
angel’s toy
that’s what angels give.
16 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Give me more of prayer, more of trust, more balance!
Please Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne.
I’m trembling down to my toes
with fear.
About the politicians
who won’t work together, but like to separate.
About the cartoon in the New Yorker
that shows You preferring the earthlings who don’t believe in you.
About the melting of ice,
the species endangered; what is evolution? what is destruction?
About the media
who keep suggesting I am responsible for the imbalance.
About my ego that denies
You are asking me to be a Christ now and in the future.
About my aging which renders
me a child again, but one who knows better.
So, Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne,
in the flow towards You, surrounded by all your children.
less fearful, now that You listened.
16 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, unexpected answers Tags: can I eat a star?, do butterfiies make noise?, half chicken-half bunny, Paul Weiss's fish tank in S W Harbor Maine, she who clings, unexpected answers
Paul Weiss’s fish tank in SW Harbor, Maine
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what’s in an Easter egg?
half chick-half bunny.
what’s bigger?
anchor or mermaid?
She who clings.
do butterflies make noise?
their wings-when not on a washboard.
Can I eat a star?
With the mouth of time that enjoys everything.
15 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
transcend everything
There is no place in existence that ever
became sacred until someone sang there.
even if it just be a molecule. That is enough.
I hear they croon all the time
Hafiz/ Ladinsky
from “There is no Spot on Earth”
15 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Never regret..., Poetry Tags: for nurturing, Never regret..., opened, the course scent, the prickly hairs, the reaching in the night, to heaven, welcomed the other, you gave too, you listened
Eastern screech owl
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Never regret
you listened-
opened-
welcomed the other-
the coarse scent of him
the prickly hairs
the reaching in the night
for nurturing.
When you gave to him,
you gave too, to heaven.
14 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The boy on the mountain trail... Tags: chipmunks, chorus, crocuses, dawn, drums, Easter parade, photo of 6 year old by Owen Poland, pied-piper, quiets, squirrels, The boy on the mountain trail..., trombones, tweet, vivid spring green, wheel-y punctuated, wood chuck
photo of 6 year old by Owen Poland
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The boy on the mountain trail…
wheel-y punctuated, standing on the mountain bike, breaks through the dawn. Birds tweet a chorus of applause. Squirrels line up to front the parade with their drums. A wood chuck struts his majorette moves! And the chipmunks pump the trombones, whooshing their slides. The green uniforms glitter with spring color pushing the evergreens to a more lustrous vivid spring green.The colors turn brash in the bright light of the Easter parade. Crocuses pop! All else quiets for the ride of the “pied-piper on wheels.”
13 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in @3 AM (the whole body ritual), Poetry Tags: @3AM (the whole body ritual), arm time, art by Walter Koessler, bladder twinges, ear time, hand time, knee time, not eyes, pelvis time, pillow time, shock the brain, soul reset, toe time
art by Walter Koessler
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@3 AM (the whole body ritual)
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It’s 3 AM and my bladder twinges awake for my walk in the dark to the toilet
don’t flick the switch to shock the brain
it’s pelvis time, not eyes
then it’s hand time to sanitize tender membranes
and plunk the water to cleanse the bowl
ear time to listen to the plumbing
toe time to arise safely from sitting to standing and timing the flusher handle
knee time to walk back to bed in the dark
arm time to flip the blanket open to climb under
and finally pillow time again
reset, renew and fortify
the soul!
12 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Oh no! not Jeanne again as a superhero!
Jeanne somersaults
April 12, 2015
Tom Clancy:
He said: “I’m in the entertainment business. My function in life for the most part is to take people out of their lives and put them somewhere else.”
hanging from the trapeze
wind tossing me
from grands
to elders
somersault
from virtual
to concrete
thud
to
fly
and then again
topsy-turvy!
12 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Yes another year to share with my angel on earth. He not only is a patient in the Alzheimer’s Unit, but a caretaker to each soul there.
waiting for us was painful:
dressing in your best
hosting the visitors.
in the small space
minutes drag
sap your strength
your heart beat is frail
but your soul is universal
God lifts you to His immensity
We saw David Gatti’s work,
calligraphic greetings,
designs shared
artfully displayed
affectionate galleries
laundry done by family
Next we want a picnic
outdoors; menu your choice
calligraphy decorations
the drive will be swift now
we know the way
to kiss hello, goodbye
to listen to your heart
grateful to know your immensity
your soul’s connections
flourishes:
hair-line
finishings
12 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in A Buddhist Full moon, Poetry Tags: A Buddist Full moon, Adobe Creative Suite, bamboo grass, cast in the moonlight, empathy both ways, if moon stays, itwould be good to have another's shadow, Jeanne, leaked into my hut, on land and in the sky, Saigyo, together make the journey
reflection of Saigyo’s Poem by Jeanne in InDesign (Adobe Creative Suite)
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 