The Path to Glory

Yesterday I donated my old record collection: a combination of classical, popular, guitar, and children’s recordings.I listened to Marlo Thomas on the old turntable and waved “Goodbye”.
I can still say “Hello” again on the audio-tapes and cd’s, as well as call up the iTunes versions electronically. Enter: the Bose Players!
On all these devices, music is still the Path to Glory.

Illustrious radiance,
Magnificent splendor,

Resplendent delightful praise!

Majestic beauty,
Distinctive grandeur,

Exalted brilliant richness!

Divine rank,
Apotheosis,

Celestial supernal music.

WINDOW

Window
so slow
to show the light of day
the shadows glancing through.
Good Morning!

Window,
in haste
to taste the dark
the shadows flaming through.
Good Night!

by Jeanne Poland
5/2/2012

Who is This Quicksilver? 1941-2012

Who is This Quicksilver? 1941-2012

Hot spur Lady,
harum-scarum,
gadarene
red-haired scream?

Impulse Child,
heaving waves,
impulsiveness
undressed?

Hurried Teen,
reckless, rash,
pell-mells through
whimsy’s spells?

Impetuous Grandma,
brash, brazen,
flashy bold
for one so old?

Truth be told: immediate!
A streak of light,
a quiver of silver:
This is our unique Quicksilver!

Who is This Quicksilver?

Who is This Quicksilver?

who creates
mercurial poem- paintings which
effervesce like rainbow bubbles
freshly blown?

Each pops,
and leaves its scent upon the nose – invisible-
yet haunting.

We lift the veil
and find the sweet essence
clinging to our skin.

We have been touched with the silver of her grace-
quickly
quickly turned to silver.

Jeanne Poland

What I Have Learned

What I Have Learned So Far

Everything and everyone changes.
Adapt.

Everyone has talents.
Honor them.

I keep growing up, in and out…
“Til eternity.

The exercise of choice is human.
Share it.

Jeanne is her genes.
in technicolor.

No balancing required when I’m
on my bum.

Gravity is relative
and just another form of energy.

There is never objectivity between men and women.
They know each other too well.

What you pick up,
you will put down in one form or another.

A poem never ends
since it seeds in you and sprouts in spring.

Jeanne Poland

Patchwork Quilt

Patchwork Quilt

Earth tones basque upon the wall,
A tapestry of roots and threads
In sepia and reds.

Queens farms turned into
Wooden three floor domiciles:
Vertical bird house styles.

We fly from basement
To Grandma’s loft
Where of’t the crullers soft

Fill our beaks
With warm and sugared dough
Shaped by caring hands to grow

Our lives, our squares
Of fabric, threaded by the silk
Of milk and tilt and silt: a quilt.

Jeanne Poland
tones,

Musk

Musk

Musk must rise from my throat
To signal to my infant Grandson:
Grandma’s arms: your cradle.

Musk must sing-waft
Through the rink:
Swirling with my roller dance.

Musk must warm
The candle flame
That lights your skin aglow.
Chiaroscuro!

Jeanne Poland

And We Tell Stories

And We Tell Stories

To hear the music
Dance the dance
Stoke the fire.

Master the plot
Tickle the fancy
Touch the young.

Remember
Fantasize
Process.

Color
Sculpt
Enlighten.

Jeanne Poland

Three Things

Three Things
(in alphabetical order)

Triads
Triangles
Triangulate

Triathlon
Tricentennial
Triceps

Triceratops
Tricolor
Tricycle

Trident
Triennial
Trifocals

Trillion
Trilogy
Trimaran

Trimester
Trinity
Trio

Tripartite
Triple
Triplets

Triplicate
Tripod
Triptych

Trisect
Tritium
Triumvirate

Jeanne Poland

I Offer You, My Queen

I offer you, my Queen,
All repititions from my life:
Wanderings, washings, wakings,
Willow strengths.

I offer you, my Queen,
All implants from my life:
Titanium, tenderness, tattoos,
Tweaked anatomy.

I offer you, my Queen,
Thesaurus, thyme, thrills,
Therapy, theology, technology:
Tactile tools.

Jeanne Poland

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