The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Spanning the Gaps

Seventy five years old:

A wise grin

A silly birthday hat

For all to try

And pose:

Each displaying

Timeless culture

Costumes

Chatter

Cacophony of sound

Cheeky front

And back:

Printed with memories

Of complex lives

The eyes tell all.

We understand.

Those seventy

Defer to those thirty.

We used to

Plan reunions.

Stage the chairs.

But now,

We shoot a movie

In our brains

As thirty-something

Programs the Powerbook

Serves hors d’oeuvre

Texts on iPhone

GPS’s

Punches ping-pong balls

Posts 300 digital photos

Of the flume

Flaming Autumn colors

And faces

Stamped with time.

This time, in 2011,

I am not the top of the mountain:

Water flowing down

Toward the young.

I am the cloud, overhead.

I shade the stream

That sculpts the rocks

Grows the moss,

And swims the tiny creatures,

The staff of earth,

Near and far.

I lived for them.

They live for me.

Reunion.

by Jeanne Poland

11/1/11

All rights reserved

Gekko Gecko

Ge kok! Ge kok!
Aggressive cry!
Loud mating call!

From clandestine green
To glaring red
Flamboyant scales.

A bas-relief
On sticky branch
To slither tove above.

A quick licked tongue
To moisten eyes
Full lidless orbs.

So lithe
One gecko, on her own,
Can recreate.

Then walk up walls
Or freeze in place
While magic grips our gaze.

Is this a dragon?
Handsome prince?
Or merely Merlin?

Reptilian
Cryogenic
Lacertillian Beast.

I’ll ponder
Study
Gaze in awe.

At your flamboyant self.

by Jeanne Poland 11/1/11
All rights reserved

The Barn Speaks at Boyd’s Mill PA

Today more writers came.
And illustrators.
Chitter chatter
They explore the trails, doorknobs and cabins.

The high ceilings exalt!
The woodwork sings!
Pitter patter
The stone floors guide their toes.

Find their umbrellas
And mud shoes.
Torrents whoosh
Cell phones silence in the wind and rain.

The aroma of rosemary and basil call from the kitchen.
Gourmet chef
Tossing salad
Amazes all with colored flavors.

You are welcome day and night at the barn.
Wifi and research provided.
Lift and touch!
Books strut their wares on shelves.

Staff miss no detail.
The nest is ready: regal and warm.
Under wing,
Sharing unfolds to gasps and giggles.

Understanding nods!
Comprehensive hand-outs!
Salt and pepper at
Highlights Foundation’s quality show.

10/15/11
by Jeanne Poland

Unusual Yogurt

I went to the frig,
like usual,
to eat some yogurt.

It was green mold
climbing, creeping,
living in the cup.

Made me think
of vulva vomit:
white specs on pink lips.

Effluence from too much silencing.

Fungus creeping through the cracks.
Lichen growing.
Itchy, creepy blossoms on tender membranes
A colony of spores; a harvest of yeast.

Gut the sugar, melon, and wheat from the plate.
Boost immunity.

Void the vulva vomit!

by JeannePoland
10/14/11
all rights reserved

Wood oil smells

Waft off of

Door and window frames.

Country tables

Matt finish

House crude wood bowls.

Sun slants in

Through glass panes

Reflecting grazing meadows.

Deer and cows and foxes

Natural wild life

Free range.

No decorations

Razzle dazzle

Leave your shoes – enter barefoot.

No fancy appliances

Time savers

Glistening glitz.

Only basic

Clean,

Hand-thrown things.

Human tools

For humanity

Its arts and soul.

Breathe easy.

Welcome child.

Your bones found home.

plum and melon beads

glitter gold;

gumdrops for the soul.

tangy tangerine tastes

like squeezing juice

upon the tongue.

(After taste and after smell lingering)

stretch-stringy fibrous threads

elastic filaments

sway from regal neck

across the breasts.

cascading dings

soft rustling

drums for the masquerade.

rolling beads

clink and chink

upon each other;

dance their Bayou Twist.

slither…click

slither…click

castinettes collide.