Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
16 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: circumspect, stone, transformation, tumbler, wisdom
Stones from the tumbler
roll smoothly
in the hand;
warm the skin
nestle in.
I’m a tumbler stone
worn down
rounded
cuddley…
after 71 years.
No longer sharp edged:
cutting
pointing
directing.
Now,
circumspect
with shiny wisdom surface.
Wisdom
gathered
by rolling,
rushing in the stream,
open to the sun.
Now
I
run
to
ash.
Surrender to my transformation.
Welcome it!
14 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bug, clinch, crawling cracking, pinching. thug
My son, three year old granddaughter, and one year old grandson like to construct tinker-toy type bugs when they visit.
My son is grand with rhyme:
The rachety crab pincers pinching away
Comes crawling and biting: big bug;
His cracking loud claws clang and bang
In your ear aiming viciously close to your mug!
He’s not come to hug; he’s a thug from the rug.
Beware child! His bite and his pinch
Escape from this thug; keep your mug far away
Or you’ll end in his slicing tight clinch!
13 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: friends, nest
Different Strokes
Some friends wait inside the nest
Weaving grass and twigs for young;
While others hunt and gather food
And flap their wings and scolding tongue!
Together they create a home
A welcome mat for all:
The tired, lost and wasted birds
Who learn to fly and call:
Tweet tweet
Quack quack
Whooo whooo
Love you!
Jeanne Poland
7/13/12
11 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: ark, inheritance
Jeremiah 3:16; 4:3
You will no longer look for the Ark of God’s Covenant…the ark will not be reconstructed
for the Lord Himself will be among you…The city of Jerusalem will be the throne…all nations
will come to Him there.
Plow up the hardness of your hearts…
I don’t need
a sanctuary
to find God.
He is
in the city:
A spirit
singing to my soul.
I don’t need
an ark holding covenant.
I live
and move
and breathe
Him.
He has
pierced
the fierce
imperviousness;
Resides
inside my spiral.
Through it
Beyond it
Before it
My inheritance!
10 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: beacon, ecstasy, fantastic, retail, snaps, startles
Retail
snaps its tail
flies its kite
startles me!
Another
fantastic opp
app of the century
deal of the day!
Zip it up
before trial runs out
warranty dies
accounts are void!
Ecstasy calls
whips its lure
snaps its light
beckons its beacon!
I f r e e z e.
d i s c e r n.
“complete as is”
Be s t i l l.
09 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: beat, count, diddle, fiddle
Hey diddle diddle
I found me a fiddle,
And plucked it
To count me a beat!
Hey diddle diddle
I found me two fiddles,
And plucked them
To count me 2 beats!
Hey diddle diddle
I found me three fiddles,
And plucked them
To count me 3 beats!
Hey diddle diddle
I found me four fiddles
And plucked them
To count me 4 beats!
Hey diddle diddle
I found me five fiddles,
And plucked them
To count me 5 beats.
etc. etc.
etc etc
until:
Then diddle diddle
We played ALL those fiddles,
A middling fiddling
Fine Band!
7/9/12
Jeanne Poland
06 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: chapbook, cleaves, outdoors, poems, verses, Withrow
I am enjoying reading Steven’s pdf: All Out of Doors, a chapbook of poems by Steven Withrow
Steven Withrow
rows his way
with oars
outdoors
wide open
through the waves;
He weaves his verses
with each row:
cleaves in
precisely.
He knows.
he throws.
He rows.
Withrow.
July 6, 2012
Jeanne Poland
04 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: african violets, dining room table, heart, in-box. bleed, independence, praise, song, song of praise, surround sound, thumbnail size, tiny screens
Used to be
I had one
in-box
on the
dining room table.
It was
housed
between
the salt
and figs,
pansies
and african violets.
Now
some fifteen
in-boxes
beep
blink
and
boss me
at home
and abroad.
While I
discern
“right of way”
in car
or crosswalk.
Their icons blink
and jostle
for space
on tiny screens…
thumbnail size.
They
claim to
reach the clouds.
While,
really,
need to be plugged
into a wall
each night,
lest screens
go dark…
incognito.
They sing
and gyrate
and pull
my pockets down
’til dress
comes off
shoulder
and drags its hem
in dust.
Some won’t work
unless my ears
are helmeted
and I look
astronaut,
antenna swinging
in the air.
Most of all,
these in-boxes
take me out of balance.
They act so
all-important
as to knock me
Off my feet,
scatterbrained,
heart bleeding!
I’m turning
inside out!
Taking fifteen
in-boxes
in, to turn
to one.
I’ll send
them out
together
in a song
of grace.
A song of praise.
Out to you.
Hear the music!
Surround sound.
Take calm.
Be at ease!
In de pen dence Day:
July 4, 2012
Jeanne Poland
03 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Red Hair, toilet
Rally Call From the Three Year Old
“Red Hair Red Hair
Please come here!”
I’m waiting on the toilet.
“Red hair Red Hair
Wipe my butt!”
I’m waiting on the toilet.
“Red Hair Red Hair”
See me proud!
I’ve learned to use the toilet!
Jeanne Poland
7/2012
02 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: amazon, shield, steel, wonder
Wonder
Wonder Woman jumped her plane
Parachute no where;
Air sailing made the day
Amazons beware!
We aim high! We fly fast!
Wrists of steel we wield;
Rescue work is our forte –
Protect and feed and shield!
Jeanne Poland
7/2/12
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