Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
09 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Woodchuck Tags: every woodchuck, lives with graves, Lori McElrath-Eslick, ponds, seeds, spies squirrels' lairs at dawn, trees, Woodchuck
illustrated by Lori McElrath-Eslick
Every woodchuck lives
with graves, trees, ponds and seeds-spies
squirrels’ lairs at dawn
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Jonathan Kellerman has collaborated on books with his wife and his son. “Every family speaks its own language,” Jesse Kellerman says. “For us, it was stories.”
08 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Snow Owl Tags: by those wings, high, How can one white fly, ineffably flourished, Snow Owl, yet sheltered
Snowy Owl lift-off, Falcon, Colorado
How can one white fly
high yet sheltered by those wings
ineffably flourished?
07 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Make-Up, Poetry Tags: from world-wide wretches, Johnny Depp, Johnny wears them, know the face, Make-Up
by Loustration
Do you know the face?
Johnny wears them each-with hair
from world-wide wretches
06 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Through blue shades Tags: earth red from copper, photo by Frank Scotti, rider blue from mother's gifts, ridge ride from daring, Through blue shades
photo by Frank Scotti
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earth red from copper
rider blue from mother’s gifts
ridge ride from daring
05 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Opussum Plays Dead, Poetry Tags: "I will", admit her young, breathed still, by tail-awaiting, hanging out with me, hung on door, Opussum Plays Dead, she hung still, thirty years ago, watched the sill
Photo by Don Tate
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Opossum Plays Dead
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thirty years ago
opossum came and hung on door
by tail-awaiting-
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would I open to
admit her young and their tails
hanging out with me?
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’til then she hung still
breathed still-watched the sill until
the window spoke: “I will!”
04 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Sweetness of Dogs Tags: baby love, Camden in Sedona, dog gazes up into my face, Mary Oliver, Satchmo, the moon, The Sweetness of Dogs
Camden in Sedona
“The Sweetness of Dogs” by Mary Oliver from Dog Songs
What do you say, Percy? I am thinking
of sitting out on the sand to watch
the moon rise. It’s full tonight.
So we go
and the moon rises, so beautiful it
makes me shudder, makes me think about
time and space, makes me take
measure of myself: one iota
pondering heaven. Thus we sit, myself
thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s
perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich
it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile,
leans against me and gazes up
into my face. As though I were just as wonderful
as the perfect moon.
Satchmo:
About the song, he said: “Seems to me it ain’t the world that’s so bad but what we’re doing to it, and all I’m saying is: see what a wonderful world it would be if only we’d give it a chance. Love, baby, love. That’s the secret …”
03 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Something From Nothing Tags: art is the big yes, make something, Marvin Bell, no, Something From Nothing, Stacy Stenberg, thin strips of rolled paper
quilling by Stacy Stenberg
Marvin Bell said, “Much of our lives involves the word ‘no.’ In school we are mostly told, ‘Don’t do it this way. Do it that way.’
But art is the big yes. In art, you get a chance to make something where there was nothing.
Quilling:
The art or craft of making decorative designs out of thin strips of rolled paper.
02 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in My New Book, Poetry Tags: Blurb.com, distribution, free preview, My New Book
If you would like to preview my new book for free, go to:
http://www.blurb.com/distribution?id=7319789/#/project/7319789/project-details
01 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Power of White Tags: again, jen Colwell, ride the cusp of gray to white, The Power of White, white out black shadows
photo by Jen Colwell
white out black shadows
ride the cusp of gray to white
again, again, white.
31 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in cuddles, Poetry Tags: cuddles, far cry from black and white, furry lines, gray scale, middle tones, photo by Meredith, Soft Edges
photo by Meredith
soft edges=gray scale-
middle tones-furry lines-far
cry from black &white
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 