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Manners

12 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

CapeCod #1

CapeCod#2

CapeCod#3

December, 2015- in Brewster Greene in Cape Cod MA

The bushes defer to the 60 degree temperatures.

How polite they are; how civilized!

Praising Manners

by Robert Bly

We should ask God
To help us toward manners. Inner gifts
Do not find their way
To creatures without just respect.

If a man or woman flails about, he not only
Smashes his house,
He burns the whole world down.

Your depression is connected to your insolence
And your refusal to praise. If a man or woman is
On the path, and refuses to praise — that man or woman
Steals from others every day — in fact is a shoplifter!

The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself.
Angels began shining when they achieved discipline.
The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes near.
The moment that foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

Imagination

11 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Laughter

All I need today

is laughter at what’s real and

what is imagined!

imagination
anguishes
till born
in human—

The warm bodies
             shine together
in the darkness,
             the hand moves
to the center
             of the flesh,
the skin trembles
             in happiness
and the soul comes
             joyful to the eye
written by Allen Ginsberg

A Natural God

10 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

OaklandCA

Some keep the Sabbath going to church

by Emily Dickinson

Some keep the Sabbath going to church —
I keep it, staying at Home —
With a Bobolink for a Chorister —
And an Orchard, for a Dome —

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —
I just wear my Wings —
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton — sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman —
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last —
I’m going, all along.

Her mother was famous in Amherst for her roses and fig trees

Her father had renovated the house, including — most importantly to Dickinson — the addition of a conservatory, where she could raise plants all year round. She was an avid and talented gardener, taught by her mother;

Climbing Hair

09 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Hair

hair at the Marriott, Tarrytown, NY

A Children’s Illustrator’s Christmas

09 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry Tags: A Children's Illustrator's Christmas, critter on the mantle with the crooked smile, crook, Facebook, like best, studio

illustrated by Walter Koessler

I like best the critter on the mantel with the crooked smile. Walter says he’s a crook! His German is translated for me on Facebook, where I enjoy illustrators from across the world each day in the studio.

Time for Tea

08 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, Tea Tags: 'shrooms, Demelsa Haughton, red-hued polka dots, Time for Tea

DemelsaHaughton

Illustration by Demelsa Haughton

Take time for tea-need

not be below the ‘shrooms or

red-hued polka dots

Dysfunction

07 Dec 2015 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Dysfunction, Poetry Tags: a powerful hold, Demelsa Haughton, Dysfunction, every family is imperfect, odd concept, Susan Minot

DemelsaHaughtonIllustration

Illustration by Demelsa Haughton

Susan Minot

said: “The word dysfunction has, I think, served its purpose and now has lost its meaning. Every family, like every person, is imperfect, after all. The idea that there is a Family somewhere who functions is an odd concept. In my youth I was running from my family to try to find out who I was — their influence distracted me. Now I see what a powerful hold they have, no matter what.”