Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
13 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Arun (1 to 5 words in 5 lines), Poetry Tags: Arun (1 to 5 words in 5 lines), creation clapped its hands, dance first; think later, Four poems on the night, hymn to the sun, lights danced like doves, madly singing, makers of grandeur, Samuel Beckett, valors
Four Poems on the Night
I
was madly
singing in the
mountains when the lights
appeared and danced like doves.
It
was a
hymn to the
sun; reflecting in the
vapors, makers of grandeur’s sons.
Light
came first;
and then creation
clapped its rhythmic hands:
ta-da da-da-da .
“Dance
first. Think
later. It’s the
natural order” Samuel Beckett
Night, lights, hymn, rhythm, dance!
12 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Letters penned calligraphically, Poetry Tags: apocalypse, divine chant, envelope divine, leave an aura, Letters penned calligraphically, reach for the sacred sanctuary, strut their eloquence
Letters penned
calligraphically;
strut their eloquence.
reach for the sacred
sanctuary
leave an aura:
envelope divine
divine chant:
apocalypse!
11 Apr 2016 2 Comments
in Informal, slightly Old-fashioned Boondocks, Poetry Tags: a hoity-turty boor, busy as a one armed coat hanger, cockamamie doohickey, full of malarky, her whirlygig nincompoop, hodgepodge afternoon, Informal, pipsqueak, ramshackle, razzle-dazzle, razzmatazz, roly-poly, scalawag, skedaddled, slightly Ols-fashioned Boondock, topsy-turvyragamuffin
A hoity-toity boor
full o’ malarky ‘n shenanigans
met her whirlygig nincompoop
in cahoots with a topsy-turvy ragamuffin
busy as a one armed coat hanger
on a cockamamie doohickey
of a hodgepodge afternoon.
Before sunset,
the scalawag skedaddled off
with her pipsqueak
for a roly-poly overnighter
of razzmatazz ramshackle razzle-dazzle!
10 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Words Tags: feathers, in a holy direction, Jeanne Lohmann, that fly on our breath, Words
photo by Jeanne (hens on the run @ Owen’s 4/9/16)
Words
Our words are feathers
that fly on our breath.
Let them go in a holy direction
Jeanne Lohmann
09 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in famous, Poetry Tags: acclaimed, ear to ear, famous, Hafiz/Ladinsky, integral, miracles, noted, rhythm, rituals, symbols, traditions
integral
ear to ear
noted
lyrics
rhythm
symbols
traditions
rituals
miracles
acclaimed
Two Bears
Once
After a hard day’s forage
Two bears sat together in silence
On a beautiful vista
Watching the sun go down
And feeling deeply grateful
For life.
Though, after a while
A thought-provoking conversation began
Which turned to the topic of
Fame.
The one bear said,
“Did you hear about Rustam?
He has become famous
And travels from city to city
In a golden cage;
He performs to hundreds of people
Who laugh and applaud
His carnival
Stunts.”
The other bear thought for
A few seconds
Then started
Weeping.
Hafiz/Ladinsky
08 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in An Apple, Personified, Poetry Tags: An Apple, fresh off the tree, green luster shiny apple, keeping the doctor away, peeled and quartered, Personified, regular, sauce for the soul, spiced with cloves, steamed with brown sugar, the red glow
You’re the “apple in my eye”
peeled and quartered
spiced with cloves
steamed with brown sugar
sauce for the soul
keeping the doctor away (one day at a time)
regular, like a pear
fresh off the tree (unlike an orange)
the red glow, the green luster
the shiny apple in my eye!
07 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Asking MySoul, Poetry Tags: Asking my soul, like a dove at dusk, multitudes of grey, on the wind delicately, ready to fly with peace in its beak, shine light dimly, soft velvety shadows, solitary, soul tones, under the basket, warm and cool
Hello little one,
under the basket.
Let your light shine dimly.
It’s enough.
Now the shadows are soft,
velvety.
Multitudes of grey,
warm and cool.
Soul tones; solitary
like a dove at dusk.
Ready to fly with
peace in its beak
On the wind
delicately.
07 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in A Little Too Self-focused?, Poetry Tags: a human GPS, A Little Too Self-focused?, dominance, Don in the Apple Store, giggling at your own accounts, hope, interrupt subordinates, IPad Camera by Jeanne, talking and not listening, tender heart, vanity, your own data
Don in the Apple Store: iPad camera by Jeanne
Did you ever find yourself talking
and not listening? Endlessly chattering?
Giggling at your own accounts?
Playing at being a human GPS?
Are you focused on your own vocabulary?
definitions? data?
Do you interrupt the subordinates/
Vomiting up your green opinions?
Burping gas? Vapors half processed?
Tinged with vanity? Dominance?
Are you only human?
A little too self focused?
God knows you, loves you.
Forgives you. Gives you a tender heart…
And hope.
06 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in More than one age at once, Poetry Tags: bee, butterfly, cocoon, Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, grow, illustration by Jeanne, More than one age at once, mushroom, snail, trail
illustration by Jeanne
In her story “Eleven,” Sandra Cisneros says: “What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you are eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.” Septuagenarians could say something similar, but it would take longer to say. When we are very young, we view the elderly as if they were gentle aliens. When my great aunt Ula turned 100, I asked her how it felt to be 100. She twinkled at me and said, “You know, sometimes inside I still feel fourteen.”
In the butterfly
is the cocoon;
in the snail
is the trail;
in the bee
are more e’s;
in the mushroom
room to grow…
05 Apr 2016 3 Comments
in Poetry, Youth with eyes wide open Tags: April4, callogram, discovering, learn from Elders, Sark, steeped in wisdom, too young for poetry, Youth with eyes wide open
Callogram by Jeanne (words by Sark)
My April 4th poem:
(As if Autumn were my muse…)
As if 15 was too young for poetry,
even if she could fly!
I don’t want to learn from Elders
steeped in wisdom.
But from youth with eyes wide open:
Discovering.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 