Energy’s Child
riding atop my Rogue
are poems.
rooted in roads
blown by wind
balancing between earth and sky
like fairy folk
wizards,
droll trolls
doppelgängers
undercover
waiting
for the light
Where Does Poetry Come From?
23 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Where Do Poems Come From? Tags: balancing between earth and sky, blown by wind, doppelgangers, Energy's Child, my Rogue, QWK SLVER, rooted in roads, undercover, waiting for the light, Where Do Poems Come From?, wizards
Let it go…
22 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in let it go, Poetry Tags: bocome light enough, Hafiz/Ladinsky, John Stevens design, Joi Sharp, let go, let it go, stop believing in gravity
“So much grace available, but how we receive it depends on what we can let go of.”
Joi Sharp
That Believe in Gravity
Hafiz/Ladinsky
The wind and I could come by and carry
you the last part of your journey, if you
became light enough,
by just letting go of a few more things you
are clinging to…that still believe in
gravity.
My House of Poetry
21 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in My House of Poetry, Poetry Tags: child-mumbling mistakes, eternal, fertile-fertilizer, first floor, My House of Poetry, top floor, turned to lichen, vibrant-visions
My Tree House of Poems
first floor:
child mumbling-mistakes
turned to lichen:
fertile fertilizer.
top floor:
vibrant-visions:
eternal.
Palindrome: Layers
20 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Palindrome; Layers, Poetry Tags: colors, Layers, lines, majesty, Palindrome, Photoshop, shapes
This Palindrome has been laid out in inDesign by Adobe.
Written 4 times, in reverse and backwards.
Palindrome-Pantoum
19 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Palindrome-Pantoum, Poetry Tags: a high style class, Jon Agee, kicking high, kicking neat, majorette reaches the sky, Palindrome-Pantoum, Parades march the beat, Poems march along, strutting their song, sunlight glistens on the brass
Jeanne as Diva Pig Child
palindromes — phrases that read the same forward and backward —
GO HANG A SALAMI!
I’M A LASAGNA HOG! (1991).
by Jon Agee
Pantoums – have stanzas of four lines each. The second and fourth lines of the first stanza become the first and the third lines of the following stanza. This leapfrog progression of lines continues somewhat repetitively through any number of stanzas until the final stanza. The final stanza uses the third line of the initial stanza as line two, and the first line of the initial stanza as the final line of the poem. The poem comes full circle; its first and final lines are the same.
Palindrome, Pantoum
Poems march along;
Forwards, backwards,
Strutting their song.
Poems march along
Parades march the beat;
Strutting their song;
Kicking high; kicking neat!
Parades march the beat
Majorette reaches sky;
Kicking high, kicking neat
Pals in line; drums nearby.
Majorette reaches sky
Sunlight glistens on the brass.
Pals in line; drums nearby
It’s a high style class.
Sunlight glistens on the brass,
Forwards, backwards,
It’s a high style class :
Palindrome, Pantoum!
“The Owl Arranging all of the Night”
18 Apr 2016 2 Comments
in "The Owl Arranging All of the Night", Poetry Tags: "The Owl Arranging All of the Night", giant diggers, huge dreams, my burrow in the desert, wee burrow, wee owl, you willnever see
The Owl Arranging All of the Night: A title by Mark Strand
Here I am arranging the night.
You will never see; it’s my burrow
in the desert.
Wee burrow, wee owl,
giant diggers
huge dreams.
the lion metaphor
17 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the lion metaphor Tags: assert themselves, ferocious lion head, football, golden chrysanthemums, lion's mane, mating season, the lion metaphor, touchdowns
lion mane reversed
the lion metaphor
golden
chrysanthemums are hardy
assert themselves in football season
touchdowns
golden
lion’s mane asserts itself in mating season
hook-ups
ferocious lion head
My Prayer
16 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in My Prayer, Poetry Tags: a child again, ice melting, in the flow toward You, it's your daughter, less fearful, listened, My Prayer, responsible, separate, who don't believe
Please Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne.
I’m trembling down to my toes
with fear.
About the politicians
who won’t work together, but like to separate.
About the cartoon in the New Yorker
that shows You preferring the earthlings who don’t believe in you.
About the melting of ice,
the species endangered; what is evolution? what is destruction?
About the media
who keep suggesting I am responsible for the imbalance.
About my ego that denies
You are asking me to be a Christ now and in the future.
About my aging which renders
me a child again, but one who knows better.
So, Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne,
in the flow towards You, surrounded by all your children.
less fearful, now that You listened.
A Song
15 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in A Song, Poetry Tags: A Song, croon, existence, Hafiz/Ladinsky, molecule, sacred, someone sang there, There is no spot on earth
There is no place in existence that ever
became sacred until someone sang there.
even if it just be a molecule. That is enough.
I hear they croon all the time
Hafiz/ Ladinsky
from “There is no Spot on Earth”
The Dancing Metaphor
14 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Dancing Metaphor Tags: arcs, epicycles, fox bites apples, gyres, I Saw Her Dancing, Jeanne's iPhone6+, Marge Piecy, Photoshop filter, raindrops, spirals, The Dancing Metaphor, we change
photo taken by Jeanne with iPhone 6+ (filter in Photoshop)
I Saw Her Dancing
Nothing moves in a straight line,
But in arcs, epicycles, spirals and gyres.
Nothing living grows in cubes, cones, or rhomboids,
But we take a little here and we give a little there,
And the wind blows right through us,
And blows the apples off the tree, and hangs a red kite suddenly there,
And a fox comes to bite the apples curiously,
And we change.
Or we die
And then change.
It is many as raindrops.
It is one as rain.
And we eat it, and it eats us.
And fullness is never,
And now.
~ Marge Piercy ~
(Available Light)
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 