Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
13 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Love this quirky image and urge to fertilize!
street art
Romans 8: 1-11
Our creature-li-ness
demands
a need to sleep and love.
Our center
grows
the seed of God.
It needs to be
empty of all
even itself
to grow God’s life.
Tease your imagination
with the propagation of grace.
meditate
fertilize your soil.
13 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Blackout, Poetry Tags: a night of promise, August 1977, Blackout, brutal heat wave, July 1977, NYC, powder keg
my son Owen was born in August, 1977
Here he is on July, 1977, while the Black-out descended on NYC:
There was a blackout in New York City on this date in 1977. Lightning struck three times that night, hitting Con Edison substations and shutting down the power grid. The city went dark at about 9:30 p.m. Kennedy and LaGuardia airports had to be shut down for eight hours, tunnels in and out of the city were closed, and thousands of people had to be evacuated from the subways.
There had been a similar blackout in 1965, and people had faced it with good humor, but in 1977, New York was in the middle of an economic crisis, and unemployment rates were high. There was also a serial killer, who called himself “Son of Sam,” on the loose, and the city was in the grip of a brutal heat wave. It was the worst time for a catastrophic blackout; the city was a powder keg.
In the 25 hours before power was restored, more than 1,600 stores were looted, more than a thousand fires were set, and nearly 3,800 looters were arrested. It was an ugly day in New York City
but a night of promise for babies to be born!
12 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Green Ink, Poetry Tags: devour its depth, emerald mysteries, galaxies of green, Green Ink, Louis Levy Lima, Pablo Neruda, pierce dark space, the color of hope, Twilight
illustrated by Louis Levy Lima
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galaxies of green
pierce dark space; devour its depth
emerald mysteries.
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It’s the birthday of poet Pablo Neruda ), born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto in Parral, Chile (1904). In 1923, when he was 19, he sold all his possessions in order to publish his first book, Crepusculario (Twilight). Because his father didn’t approve of his writing poetry, he published it under the pen name Pablo Neruda. In 1924, he published Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, known in English as Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, which made him famous. Neruda always wrote in green ink, because he believed it was the color of hope.
11 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Mine Your Discoveries, Poetry Tags: catatonic, L-dopa, lyrical delight, metaphors, Mine Your Discoveries, neurological novels, Oliver Sachs
Oliver Sacks
became fascinated with a group of patients who suffered from a form of encephalitis known as “sleeping sickness.” They were catatonic and had been in the hospital for decades. He began to give them doses of L-dopa, which was just beginning to be used for patients suffering from Parkinson’s. The L-dopa roused them from their stupor, into a world they didn’t recognize, but which often delighted them. Sacks said, “There was a great joy and a sort of lyrical delight in the world which had been given back.” He wrote about them in the book Awakenings (1973), which later became a movie starring Robin Williams (1990). The book was a hit, and Sacks kept mining the case histories of his patients, calling his books “neurological novels.”
10 Jul 2016 1 Comment
in Poetry
Two years ago today, I posted this. Want to bring it forward again. Thank you Facebook for the opportunity.
texting can come instantly,
photos grab your heart
internet provide a show
but snail mail’s the best part!
brings the family to your door
shares the joys of parenting;
lets you hold the love in hand
the grammar, punctuation thing!
10 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, PT @ Jeanne's Rehab Tags: coconut roasted almonds, cook gluten free, counter tops sparkling, cut @sweeten, dainty linen, garnish tray, Irish cream gevalia, PT @ Jeanne's Rehab, recliner to relish whole foods, wash strawberries, wwlk to kitchen
1 Walk to kitchen
2 Wash strawberries
3 Cut &sweeten
4 Cook gluten free rice cereal
5 Top with strawberries and coconut roasted almonds
6 Serve with Irish creme Gevalia Coffee &fat-free half and half
7 Garnish tray with cutlery, color, and dainty linen.
8 Leave all counter tops sparkling, and sun-kissed.
9 Retire to recliner to relish whole food of the morning.
09 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
How fitting this post when Owen sets out today for a Park City Mt Bike Jaunt!
The Rolling Four
8 wheels in the “Litz”
puncture pastures rocks ‘n road
electricity!
09 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in nostrils, Poetry Tags: artist swirls of spicy fire, creativity, my cousin, nostrils, shares her nose
My cousin shares her nostrils on Facebook
stallion gulps of air
artist swirls of spicy fire
creativity
08 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Leaning Into Love, Poetry Tags: "I'm enough", after she turned 50, Anna Quindlen, Leaning Into Love, not thin enough, pretty enough, smart enough, what people thought of her
Linda & Claudia
Anna Quindlen realized after she turned 50 that she didn’t really care what people thought of her anymore.
“After all those years as a woman hearing ‘not thin enough, not pretty enough,
not smart enough, not this enough, not that enough,’
almost overnight
I woke up one morning and thought, ‘I’m enough,’” she says.
07 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in A Small Room, Poetry Tags: A Small Room, DavidMcCullough, freshly oiled, green banker's lamp, no running water, no telephone, Nothing good written in a large room, Royal typewriter, small windowed shed, whistle
David McCullough
For many years, he wrote in a small, windowed shed in the backyard of his Martha’s Vineyard home. He said, “Nothing good was ever written in a large room.” The shed had no running water and no telephone. Family members had to whistle when they approached so as not to startle McCullough. On his desk were a green banker’s lamp and a Royal typewriter, which he had freshly oiled for each new book.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 