
extraordinaire!
vines, play, sky, Birthday horses
rare celebration!
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
26 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in All You need, March 25, 2016, Poetry Tags: 2016, Birthday horses, extraordinaire, March 25, play, rare celebration, sky, vines

extraordinaire!
vines, play, sky, Birthday horses
rare celebration!
25 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Birthday, Poetry, temple Tags: birthday, blue sanctuary, for Quenby, Jeanne, Russia, temple

St Petersberg, Russia
blue sanctuary
for Quenby on her Birthday
from Russia and Jeanne.
24 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Color, Fox by Don, Poetry Tags: Fox by Don, loves to color, pigments on i-Phone 6, red tints for coy fox

Don loves to color:
red tints for coy fox: pigments
on i-Phone 6!
23 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in artist, falling into red, Poetry Tags: fall into red grass, falling into red, leaves' wings, painting on a wall, under entry way, under willow fronds

“Painting on a wall” by Jeanne Poland (iPhone6+edited)
Fall into red grass
under entry way, under
willow fronds, leaves’ wings.
22 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in all that glitters in not gold, March: through the window, Poetry Tags: after dawn, blood in your hand, blood warming your fingers, David Salner, Dog by the Sea, gulls, March: through the window, morning breeze, on and onfeeling the heat, spiked succulents, want to play, Watercolor by Lea Lyon, waves, wind-stunted trees

Watercolor: “Ruby” by Lea Lyon
A Dog by the Sea
by David Salner
Just after dawn, we get up,
without coffee, and let the dog lead us
through a grove of wind-stunted trees,
spiked succulents, red-berried holly,
and over the dune ridge out of the gray
of still sleeping minds. A line of pink
from the not yet risen sun
reminds me of the lilac shadows
caught in the radial grooves of shells.
I take up your hand and feel the blood
warming your fingers, as the dog bounds off
dragging her leash through wet sand.
She’s after gulls and a line of waves
that repeat themselves, she seems to think,
because they want to play.
A morning breeze
stirs the now turning tide, breathing over it,
sighing toward bayside. As the waves come in
whorls of light unfold on the sand. How I want
for us to repeat ourselves, on and on,
you holding the leash of a silly dog, me
feeling the beat, the blood in your hand.
“A Dog by the Sea” by David Salner from Blue Morning Light. © Pond Road Press, 2016.
20 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in First Day of Spring, Forest, Poetry Tags: blue sky with gold sunflowers, First Day of Spring, J Byron Schachner, nature's symphony, orange and turquoise

photo by J Byron Schachner
orange and turquoise
nature’s symphony: blue sky
with gold sunflowers
19 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Color, Poetry, Red on Green Tags: at odds, back pack and none, grimace and smile, pointy and round, Red on Green

red on green ;pointy
and round; grimace and smile; back
pack and none: at odds!
18 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Deeper, Forest, Poetry Tags: Andrew Gent, born, caves, Deeper, fire, history, Neil Waldman, poem, song, story, whisper

illustrator Neil Waldman
History
by Andrew Gent
Every poem has been written before
at least fifteen times.
Every song
sung better.
The Neanderthals discovered caves
already painted with the story of their lives.
They invented fire
over and over again.
And you & I
whisper the same sweet nothings
we were born with.
“History” by Andrew Gent from Explicit Lyrics. © The University of Arkansas Press, 2016.
16 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Deep Breathing, Family Activity, Poetry Tags: Deep Breathing, makes my breath catch, moving earth in March, my nostrils flair, my spirit soar, shamrocks

Moving earth in March
makes my breath catch, my spirit
soar; my nostrils flair!
