05 Feb 2016
by jeannepoland
in Birthday, No Separation, Poetry
Tags: close, diner in Austerlitz, John Guare, kin's glowing spirit forms, No Separation, pre-birthday, president of USA, Six Degrees of Separation, sunset, Venice
Pre-birthday supper
out diner window show kin’s
glowing spirit forms
It’s the birthday of the playwright John Guare too (books by this author),born in New York City in 1938. His best-known work is Six Degrees of Separation (1991), which contains the monologue by one of the main characters, Ouisa, who says: “I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation. Between us and everybody else on this planet. The president of the United States. A gondolier in Venice. Fill in the names. I find that extremely comforting that we’re so close.
03 Feb 2016
by jeannepoland
in Busy, Pasta Style, Poetry
Tags: chew, illustrated by Julie Rowan-Zoch, left-right, munch, panties in a bunch, Pasta Style, pod, up-down, wrap-around pasta
illustrated by Julie Rowan-Zoch
left-right; up-down wrap-
around pasta-pod: chew, munch
panties-in-a-bunch!
02 Feb 2016
by jeannepoland
in Color, leaves, Poetry
Tags: 2016, cells that recreate humor, chocolate covered, Feb 1, grow inside vines to heaven, invisible energy, leaves, leaves of life, pistachio toe prints, silver tinged, taste buds, warm the tongue
Leaves
(Feb 1, 2016)
Invisible energy
leaves behind
cells that recreate
humor-
pistachio toe prints
chocolate covered.
warm the tongue
taste buds
grow inside
vines to heaven
silver tinged
leaves of life
Jeanne Poland
01 Feb 2016
by jeannepoland
in Photo by Jeanne, Poetry, Quiet Knowing Beat
Tags: angels, balls, cold-hot, Cynthia, flurries, guardians, heart attack on Halloween, innocence, Pa-dum, pinken, Quiet Knowing Beat, showgirl, sting, truce
For Cynthia who had a heart attack on Halloween…
I came down ,
in flurries
Spell check
left me be
Children waved
their arms..made angels
Guardians
for innocence
And then
they rolled me
Into bellies
with carrot noses
And patted
fortresses
To store
humongous balls
To throw
at friends
To sting
their cheeks
And
necks with cold
A tease
that pinkened nose
And lips
and cheeks
And
finally
We all
had cocoa
And made
a truce
To warm
each other’s hearts
The showgirl
witnesses that
With her
hat, scarf and smile
For hearts
can stop.
Then heal;
and beat again
Their quiet
knowing beat
Pa-dum, pa-dum
Breath in and out
Pa-dum, pa-dum
first cold; then hot.
Pa-dum, pa-dum.
31 Jan 2016
by jeannepoland
in Atmosphere, Dancing Never Dies, Poetry
Tags: Dancing Never Dies, David Lehman, January 31, Poppy Red's Encaustic Painting, shopfront windows, sky is crumbling to paper dots, swaddled in scarves, Vivaldi, wind blows, young man
Poppy Red’s Encaustic painting
January 31
by David Lehman
The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
the wind blows in my face
so I duck into my favorite barbershop
and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
he must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
and in his mind there is a young man dancing,
maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening—
he is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk
29 Jan 2016
by jeannepoland
in A Poetry Prose Piece, Looking Back, Poetry
Tags: end of your life, forseeing, Looking Back, Middle Age, Molly Idle, Sharon Bryan, whole life
illustrator:Molly Idle
Forseeing
by Sharon Bryan
Middle age refers more
to landscape than to time:
it’s as if you’d reached
the top of a hill
and could see all the way
to the end of your life,
so you know without a doubt
that it has an end—
not that it will have,
but that it does have,
if only in outline—
so for the first time
you can see your life whole,
beginning and end not far
from where you stand,
the horizon in the distance—
the view makes you weep,
but it also has the beauty
of symmetry, like the earth
seen from space: you can’t help
but admire it from afar,
especially now, while it’s simple
to re-enter whenever you choose,
lying down in your life,
waking up to it
just as you always have—
except that the details resonate
by virtue of being contained,
as your own words
coming back to you
define the landscape,
remind you that it won’t go on
like this forever.
28 Jan 2016
by jeannepoland
in Adobe Illustration, Illustrators Connect!, Poetry
Tags: after 25 years of art, color, Don Smith, honor, illustrated in Procreate, join, student, teacher
illustrated in Procreate by Don Smith
Teacher – student join
after 25 years of
art, color, honor
27 Jan 2016
by jeannepoland
in laughter of women, Poetry, Taming Grief
Tags: cry, dancing, Ellen DeGeneres, eponymous sitcom, healing power of humor, jokes cheered, laugh, out of depression, Phone call to God, Taming Grief, Yamamoto
illustration by Yamamoto (Look Alike)
On Ellen DeGeneres
Ellen wanted to be a veterinarian. But when she was 13 and her parents divorced, she found that her jokes cheered up her grieving mother: “My mother was going through some really hard times and I could see when she was really getting down, and I would start to make fun of her dancing,” DeGeneres later said. “Then she’d start to laugh and I’d make fun of her laughing. And she’d laugh so hard she’d start to cry, and then I’d make fun of that. So I would totally bring her from where I’d seen her start going into depression to all the way out of it.” She began to see the healing power of humor.
When DeGeneres was 21, she fell in love with Kathy Perkoff, a 23-year-old poet. Perkoff was killed in a car accident, and Ellen turned once again to comedy as a coping strategy. She wrote a monologue called “A Phone Call to God,” and performed it at her first stand-up gig in New Orleans. It was a big hit and launched her comedic career. A booking agent from The Tonight Show caught her act at the Improv in Hollywood, and host Johnny Carson invited her to appear on the late-night talk show in 1986. This led to appearances on the talk show circuit and, in the mid-1990s, her own eponymous sitcom.
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