Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
08 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in An Apple, Personified, Poetry Tags: An Apple, fresh off the tree, green luster shiny apple, keeping the doctor away, peeled and quartered, Personified, regular, sauce for the soul, spiced with cloves, steamed with brown sugar, the red glow
You’re the “apple in my eye”
peeled and quartered
spiced with cloves
steamed with brown sugar
sauce for the soul
keeping the doctor away (one day at a time)
regular, like a pear
fresh off the tree (unlike an orange)
the red glow, the green luster
the shiny apple in my eye!
07 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Asking MySoul, Poetry Tags: Asking my soul, like a dove at dusk, multitudes of grey, on the wind delicately, ready to fly with peace in its beak, shine light dimly, soft velvety shadows, solitary, soul tones, under the basket, warm and cool
Hello little one,
under the basket.
Let your light shine dimly.
It’s enough.
Now the shadows are soft,
velvety.
Multitudes of grey,
warm and cool.
Soul tones; solitary
like a dove at dusk.
Ready to fly with
peace in its beak
On the wind
delicately.
07 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in A Little Too Self-focused?, Poetry Tags: a human GPS, A Little Too Self-focused?, dominance, Don in the Apple Store, giggling at your own accounts, hope, interrupt subordinates, IPad Camera by Jeanne, talking and not listening, tender heart, vanity, your own data
Don in the Apple Store: iPad camera by Jeanne
Did you ever find yourself talking
and not listening? Endlessly chattering?
Giggling at your own accounts?
Playing at being a human GPS?
Are you focused on your own vocabulary?
definitions? data?
Do you interrupt the subordinates/
Vomiting up your green opinions?
Burping gas? Vapors half processed?
Tinged with vanity? Dominance?
Are you only human?
A little too self focused?
God knows you, loves you.
Forgives you. Gives you a tender heart…
And hope.
06 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in More than one age at once, Poetry Tags: bee, butterfly, cocoon, Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, grow, illustration by Jeanne, More than one age at once, mushroom, snail, trail
illustration by Jeanne
In her story “Eleven,” Sandra Cisneros says: “What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you are eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.” Septuagenarians could say something similar, but it would take longer to say. When we are very young, we view the elderly as if they were gentle aliens. When my great aunt Ula turned 100, I asked her how it felt to be 100. She twinkled at me and said, “You know, sometimes inside I still feel fourteen.”
In the butterfly
is the cocoon;
in the snail
is the trail;
in the bee
are more e’s;
in the mushroom
room to grow…
05 Apr 2016 3 Comments
in Poetry, Youth with eyes wide open Tags: April4, callogram, discovering, learn from Elders, Sark, steeped in wisdom, too young for poetry, Youth with eyes wide open
Callogram by Jeanne (words by Sark)
My April 4th poem:
(As if Autumn were my muse…)
As if 15 was too young for poetry,
even if she could fly!
I don’t want to learn from Elders
steeped in wisdom.
But from youth with eyes wide open:
Discovering.
04 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in In the here and now, Poetry Tags: and present, between the past, eternal, expansive, hairline crack, illustrator:Boyana Petkova, In the here and now, Jan Hutchinson, paradox, we sense our presence
illustrator: Boyana Petkova
Some say
there is no now,
just this hairline crack
between the past
and the future
in which we sense
our presence.
Others say
there is nothing
but the now,
and the now
is eternal,
expansive.
This is not an argument.
It’s a paradox.
jch 6/28/2015
03 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in 3 reasons to be a bird, Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: 3 reasons to be a bird, feathers, flight, George Velez, light and balanced
illustrator: George Velez
3 reasons to be a bird:
1 feathers
2 flight
3 light and balanced
03 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in An April Poem, Color, Poetry Tags: An April Poem, call to my roots, daffodild, forsythia, goldfinch, make them tremble, peeps, Transstromer, yellow flowers
“The only thing that shines is yellow flowers.”
Thomas Transstromer
forsythia
daffodils
peeps
goldfinch
call to my roots
make them tremble.
02 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Forest, Making Love, Poetry Tags: certain, gray and fur-y, hanging from a tree, Making Love, pumping in a flash, rabbit it in jumps in grass, spring, squirrel-y
Making love in Spring is “certain”!
Try it hanging from a tree, squirrel-y.!
Rabbit it in jumps in grass!
Pumping in a flash: gray and fur-y.!
“making” by Jeanne Poland
01 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in artist, Poetry, Rata Mahatta Tags: fox sleeps and dreams, look at the weight, Rata Mahatta, Rata-sweet dreams, the tilt of the head, watercolor and color pencil
Look at the weight, the
tilt of the head; fox sleeps and
dreams Rata-sweet dreams!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 