Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
23 Dec 2015 1 Comment
in Annika and Oliver, Poetry Tags: Annika and Oliver, Clement Clarke Moore, Kelly and Frank, love took root, mini Scotti, new nomad, Owen, thunder and lightening, who's under the hood/
Oliver and Annika with Owen
Kelly and Frank with “who’s that under the hood?”
Once Annika and
Oliver’s love took root in
them, we had mini
SCOTTI!
Clement Clarke Moore named two reindeers “thunder and lightning.”
What did Kelly and Frank name their new nomad?
22 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Winter Solstice Tags: for red berries on white mounds, icicles glistening, illustrated by Rata Mahatta, waiting for the snow, winter solstice
illustrated by Rata Mahatta
waiting for the snow
for red berries on white mounds
icicles glistening
Christina Rossetti wrote:
“In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter,
Long ago.”
21 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Profile Tags: illustrator, life among patterns, my purple facetime, Rata Mahatta, self portrait, violet gardens surround
Life among patterns:
violet gardens surround
my purple face-time
illustrator: Rata Mahatta
20 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Your Children Tags: dancing A through Z, Father, highest beauty, marriage, Maud Gonne, Mother, WBYeats, Your Children, your letters
Your children are your
letters dignified and poised-
dancing A through Z!
Maud Gonne
In response to one of WBYeats’ many marriage proposals, Maud Gonne told him: “You would not be happy with me. … You make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and you are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry.”
In 1911, she wrote a letter to WBYeats and said, “Our children were your poems of which I was the father sowing the unrest & storm which made them possible & you the mother who brought them forth in suffering & in the highest beauty.”
19 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Greet the Unknown, Poetry Tags: "ON", deny discomfort, Eleanor Hodgman Porter, glad at everything, Greet the Unknown With a Cheer, greet unknown with a cheer, made to suffer, Pollyanna, under water
Pollyanna cheers:
Greet the unknown galantly
On, under water!
After the publication of a best-selling sequel, Pollyanna Grows Up (1915), Eleanor Hodgman Porter became somewhat defensive about the character she’d created. She said: “You know I have been made to suffer from the Pollyanna books. … People have thought that Pollyanna chirped that she was ‘glad’ at everything. … I have never believed that we ought to deny discomfort and pain and evil; I have merely thought that it is far better to ‘greet the unknown with a cheer.’”
17 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Stitches Tags: Alexander Jasins, dress after dress, form the new child's imagined face, let stitches out, stitches, to free some body's swinging space
illustrated by Alexander Jasins
James Wright
The girls let stitches out, dress after dress,
To free some swinging body’s riding space
And form the new child’s unimagined face.
from his poem: “Complaint”
16 Dec 2015 1 Comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: discerning spirits, faith, Fruits of the Spirit, gift of tongues, Gifts of the Spirit, healing, interpretation of tongues, knowledge, list poem, prophecy, wisdom
knowledge
wisdom
prophecy
faith
healings
miracles
discerning spirits
gift of tongues
interpretation of tongues
Fruits of the Spirit
charity, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, long- suffering, mildness, faith, modesty, continency, chastity
15 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Chain Saws, Poetry Tags: bridge, chain saws, hero's rumps, Oliver, paths for bikes to jump, stream, to grind and pump
Who’s that watching trunks in woods?
What bridge stands firm where stream once stood?
Men break path for bikes to jump
For hero’s rumps to grind and pump!
14 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Brain Grease, Poetry Tags: Brain Grease, Hay Rouleaux, Jean Jaques Rousseau, JFK, Kareem Tayyar, Song of Myself, Walt Whitman
illustrator: Hay Rouleaux
Brain Grease
Go back to sleep.
Let the brain grease work.
Like Whitman, Rousseau, and JFK:
From grandfather politics come dreams and youth;
indelible images of Africa,
and a “Song of Myself”.
(see writersalmanac.org/December14,2015)
13 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Ponies Tags: A Blessing, bow shyly, gladly out of the willows, hold the slenderer one in my arms, James Wright, no lonliness like theirs, Ponies, Salvinak Wong
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 