this illustration and poem are from my friend and famous poet, David Harrison.
It expresses perfectly our gratitude to our veterans and families.
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
29 May 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: ason, burnished stone wall, Concert, daddy, daughter, David Harrison, hero, husband, impossible odds, Memorial, Mother, real people, remembering brings them to life..., wife, You are my hero, you left all you meant to do
It expresses perfectly our gratitude to our veterans and families.
09 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Mother, Poetry Tags: 1975, bold, closer, dramatic, footprint, grand-cats, matured, Mother, paper, pink tongues, Quenby, subdued, tinis of color, watercolor pinks, Windsor&Newton
two photos of Quenby born in 1975
The light changes from dramatic to subdued
from bold to tints of color
neither looks like the Windsor & Newton watercolor pinks I used
on the watercolor paper
for time has left its footprint
space has come closer
and human perception matured.
My daughter has left her footprints, come closer, and matured.
Now she mothers grand-cats,
dramatic, colorful, with pink tongues, footprints, closer, and maturing.
26 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in i"m scared, Poetry Tags: "start to trust Him", adult child, Christ, creator, Father, grandiosity, i"m scared, imagination, Just for today, Mother, sanctifier, self-assurance, status, Will you be too much for some people? Those aren't your people
I’m scared
I’m scared
of letting go of my
grandiosity.
self-assurance
moves me
impetuously.
Imagination flies me off
the ground.
status puffs me up with fluff.
If I let the Creator take over
His mystery will bring ambivalence.
And so
I’m scared.
Did you say: “start to trust him?”
I am not a child.
Or maybe, to Him I am.
Christ and Sanctifier,
show me the Father.
And the Mother
and the adult child that is me.
Please.
Just for today.
This poem is about:
Me
Tue, 02/26/2019 – 10:41 written for PowerPoetry– jeannepoland
08 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in earth, Poetry Tags: ear, earth, eat, Father, god like me, hare, hat, hate, heart, het, Mother, sibling
artist: J Byron Schachner
e a r t h
ear to hear
eat to grow
heat to warm
hare to jump into my lap
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
heart rate
hat to shelter
eat to taste
hate to warn me
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.
it’s a mother
it’s a father
it’s a sibling too.
most of all, a god like me
that’s what e a r t h brings to me!
15 Jan 2018 1 Comment
in Archetype 2, Poetry Tags: Archetype 2, Family, Father, he's my brother, he's not heavy, Mother, Pinterest, Sister
from Pinterest
he’s not heavy; he’s
my brother, sister, mother,
father, family
20 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Your Children Tags: dancing A through Z, Father, highest beauty, marriage, Maud Gonne, Mother, WBYeats, Your Children, your letters
Your children are your
letters dignified and poised-
dancing A through Z!
Maud Gonne
In response to one of WBYeats’ many marriage proposals, Maud Gonne told him: “You would not be happy with me. … You make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and you are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry.”
In 1911, she wrote a letter to WBYeats and said, “Our children were your poems of which I was the father sowing the unrest & storm which made them possible & you the mother who brought them forth in suffering & in the highest beauty.”
21 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bank, CNN, God-speak, media, Mother, NY Times, soil, son, Wall St Journal, wisdom
26 Mar 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Bread of Angels, chosen, christianity, flaming fire, God, hebrews 1, ministers, Mother, refresh, son, spirit messengers, swift as the wind, theology
“I am His Father and He is my Son…Let all the angels of God worship Him…Angels swift as the wind; servants made of flaming fire.” (Hebrews 1:5)
From God, to Mother to Son
The Spirit Messengers fly;
Flaming fire to cleanse,
Protect the chosen from high
The Spirit Messengers fly;
Swift as the wind
To those who sinned.
Flaming fire to cleanse,
Refresh with grace
Face to face!
Protect the chosen from high
The Father ministers
To earth’s youngsters.