The Thread Runs Through My Life

The Thread Runs Through My Life

A thread is to a hem
As keyboard to computer.
In-put device.

A thread is to a needle
As rich man climbing into Heaven.
Slim chance!

A thread is to a tear
As tape is to a wire.
Bonding.

A thread is to a fabric
As blood is to the human.
Running through!

A thread is to the button
As handle to the gun.
Holds steady.

A thread is to the garment
As redemption to the Bible.
Woven through.

A thread is to the poem
As twinkles to a star.
Integral.

Jeanne Poland

Light Outside Out O

Light Outside Out O

Call
Beckon;
Push
Quicken;
Toward the crystal pane.

Dark
Within;
Sun
Without
Tweeting gathers speed.

Climb
Hang;
Teeter
Wobble
Fall, submerged in light.

Pink
Purple;
Fuscia
Chartreuse
Rainbow me moves out.

3D
Anime;
Chuckling
Child
Magic in the touch!

Jeanne Poland

E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time

E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time

Among my 800 e-mails
Were two that warned me
To beware of the time errors for the
Mark Wunderlich Workshop.
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time

But I had noted the Newspaper account.
So, at 11 AM e-mail informed me that
The Wonderful Wunderlich Workshop
Commenced at 10 and ended at 1!!!!!
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time.

I flew from my garage
Clutching the glass of coffee
From 8AM’s feeding break,
And parked carefully at Roe Jan, 25 minutes later.
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time.

The door locked me out!
A sympathetic poet admitted me.
I tip-toed, shamefacedly, around the table.
Mark immediately rose and made space at his left hand.
Poets live in real time.

I saw a floor-plan in front of the poet
With each person’s name written like each
Of the seated Knights at the Round Table.
He entered my name surreptitiously.
Mark lives in real space.

Never missing focus
Or the beat of the performance on stage.
A living GPS for all of us.
A schemata to guide us quickly to the parking space.
Mark lives in real time,
.
Just right!
With blue-eyed glance and balanced stance
His crisp smile guided us
Through three tight hours of twists and turns.
‘Til we left in real time.

We left,
Pathfinders, paving way
To ultimate delivery.
Real time poets!

Jeanne Poland

Calligraphy Polyphony

Calligraphy Polyphony

In
Chiseled strokes
Worldwide folks
Press and lift
Sway their gift.

In
Complex rhythms
Swiftly, thumbs
Swash and point
Exult, anoint.

In
Cursive Script
From Arabic
And Chinese sets
Come lacy, scrolling nets.

In
Syncopation,
Counter points and melodies
Wave and meet
Rhythm’s beat.

by Jeanne Poland

EGG

EGG

Egg played a joke on me:
Created me so small
I cannot see
The breath of Thee.

Egg played a yoke on me:
Made me round
To roll away
Without my whey.

Egg played some folk with me:
See this one; then that
Different, two
Proteins like you.

Egg played a joke on me.
Egg played a yoke on me.
Egg played some folk with me.

Egg is
A Creator
A Redeemer
A Sanctifier!

Jeanne Poland

Sky

Sky

No sky
Below
In Quicksilver studio.
But basement roots in shadow.

Sky
In kitchen.
Skylight rains sunshine;
Reflections on oranges.

Sky
In Pathfinder.
Skylight clears pathways
For intimate exchanges.

Sky
On deck
Rises to 100 degrees
In March and April eves.

Sky
On hill
Swirls wind and birds and calls
Spices for each season.

Sky
Is not
My planet, but the aura protecting
Multiplying molecules: myself!

Jeanne Poland

Waiting Room

Waiting Room

“Deedle dee da deedle”
Cell phone call.
Loud voice: “YO!”

“Buzz a fuzz a fuzza”
Cell phones hum.
High voice: “Eeeeks!”

Pandora soothes; Enya ears
Cell phone plugs
Block the din.

Can’t disturb, distract: turn
Off the crowd.
Let it go!
Jeanne Poland
4/17/2012

 

THIS THING CALLED TIME

THIS THING TERMED TIME

My feet tell me
from the horizontal:
“TIME to arise”.
They stretch to the morning lavabo
And balance down the stairs
Checking minutes left
Responsibilities attended to.

TIME matters.
I proportion it strategically
To balance the duet  I play
With my chosen significants
Also grounded
In the rise and fall of sunlight
Each day.

TIME treats me well
When I count on it to forward me
Round and round
Dimension to dimension
Stepping to ETERNITY.

Jeanne Poland
4/16/2012
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Open Mike at Roe Jan Library

Open Mike
at Roe Jan

The men marched up
To click and quip.
Intelligent gents
Word warriors.
At attention!
Firing rounds!!
Spitfires!

The women
Swayed
And rocked their newborn
Poems;
Twirled their lullabies
“Til comfort clothed us all.
And blessed, we bowed our heads.

All rights.
4/15/2012
Jeanne Poland

Fulfillment Recipe

Fulfillment Recipe

Gain a grain of fame
Pluck an oat of goat
Mix au jus with apple juice
Imbibe the vibe sublime.

Jeanne Poland
4/14/12
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au jus, grain, oat, goat

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