illustrated by Jeanne
well-bred fox, tickled,
stays in arms, giggles with glee,
quakes with high ha-ha!
Tickled
10 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in foxes, Poetry, tickled Tags: giggles with glee, illustrated by Jeanne, quakes with high ha-ha, stays in arms, tickled, well-bred fox
Dry Desert Hot
09 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Color, Dry Desert Hot, Poetry Tags: blue stripes jump into shadows, cooling desert heat, Dry Desert Hot, illustrator:Walter Koessler, mixing violets
illustrator: Walter Koessler
blue stripes jump into
shadows cooling desert heat
mixing violets
Alice Walker “Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.”
Blue is White
08 Feb 2016 5 Comments
in Blue is White, Poetry, Rainbow Tags: Blue is White, Emma Kaufman, epitome, hovers on white light, ROYGBIV, spectral hue, spectrum blue violet
illustrated by Emma Kaufman
spectrum blue-violet
hovers on white light:spectral
hue-epitome
(R O Y G B I V)
Through a Veil, Lightly
07 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Fox Illustrations, Poetry, Through a Veil, Lightly Tags: auras, glory through the mist, illustration Jeanne Poland, Lightly, snow is a veil, Through a Veil, white on white refractions
illustration by Jeanne Poland
snow is a veil, white
on white refractions: glory
through the mist: auras
Silver Foxes Tail to Tail
06 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in foxes, Poetry, Silver Foxes Tail to Tail Tags: belonging scents, familiarity, illustrator: Jeanne Poland, nose to nose, Silver Foxes Tail to Tail, tail links, to see
illustrator: Jeanne Poland
tail links: belonging
scents; nose to nose famili-
arity to see
No Separation
05 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Birthday, No Separation, Poetry Tags: close, diner in Austerlitz, John Guare, kin's glowing spirit forms, No Separation, pre-birthday, president of USA, Six Degrees of Separation, sunset, Venice
Pre-birthday supper
out diner window show kin’s
glowing spirit forms
It’s the birthday of the playwright John Guare too (books by this author),born in New York City in 1938. His best-known work is Six Degrees of Separation (1991), which contains the monologue by one of the main characters, Ouisa, who says: “I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation. Between us and everybody else on this planet. The president of the United States. A gondolier in Venice. Fill in the names. I find that extremely comforting that we’re so close.
Painting Rocks…and Baby Helmets
04 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in a laughable smile, Painting Rocks...or Baby Helmets, Poetry Tags: as camouflage, faces are painted, for baby safety, Painting Rocks...or Baby Helmets
Sometimes faces are
painted on rocks or helmets
for baby safety
Stunning Camouflage
Pasta Styles
03 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Busy, Pasta Style, Poetry Tags: chew, illustrated by Julie Rowan-Zoch, left-right, munch, panties in a bunch, Pasta Style, pod, up-down, wrap-around pasta
illustrated by Julie Rowan-Zoch
left-right; up-down wrap-
around pasta-pod: chew, munch
panties-in-a-bunch!
Leaves
02 Feb 2016 1 Comment
in Color, leaves, Poetry Tags: 2016, cells that recreate humor, chocolate covered, Feb 1, grow inside vines to heaven, invisible energy, leaves, leaves of life, pistachio toe prints, silver tinged, taste buds, warm the tongue
Leaves
(Feb 1, 2016)
Invisible energy
leaves behind
cells that recreate
humor-
pistachio toe prints
chocolate covered.
warm the tongue
taste buds
grow inside
vines to heaven
silver tinged
leaves of life
Jeanne Poland
Pa-dum, Pa-dum
01 Feb 2016 2 Comments
in Photo by Jeanne, Poetry, Quiet Knowing Beat Tags: angels, balls, cold-hot, Cynthia, flurries, guardians, heart attack on Halloween, innocence, Pa-dum, pinken, Quiet Knowing Beat, showgirl, sting, truce
For Cynthia who had a heart attack on Halloween…
I came down ,
in flurries
Spell check
left me be
Children waved
their arms..made angels
Guardians
for innocence
And then
they rolled me
Into bellies
with carrot noses
And patted
fortresses
To store
humongous balls
To throw
at friends
To sting
their cheeks
And
necks with cold
A tease
that pinkened nose
And lips
and cheeks
And
finally
We all
had cocoa
And made
a truce
To warm
each other’s hearts
The showgirl
witnesses that
With her
hat, scarf and smile
For hearts
can stop.
Then heal;
and beat again
Their quiet
knowing beat
Pa-dum, pa-dum
Breath in and out
Pa-dum, pa-dum
first cold; then hot.
Pa-dum, pa-dum.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 