Orchids

20 Jun 2020 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in orchids, Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

orchids

waiting 6 years for this one to flower

my house is never the tropics

 

Our Prayers Break on God


by Luci Shaw

Our prayers break on God like waves,


and he an endless shore,


and when the seas evaporate
and oceans are no more


and cries are carried in the wind


God hears and answers every sound


as he has done before.

Our troubles eat at God like nails.


He feels the gnawing pain


on souls and bodies.

He never fails


but reassures he’ll heal again

,
again, again, again and yet again.

 
“Our Prayers Break On God” by Luci Shaw

from Eye of the Beholder.

Paraclete Press © 2018.

Reprinted with permission of Paraclete Press in Brewster, Massachusetts.

When I Turned Seveny-five

25 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, When I Turned Seventy-five Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

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When I turned seventy-five,
I bought central air-conditioning
a garage
red hair
bird feeders
a thule
a silver Rogue
a red lynx scooter
20 long cotton dresses
a purple hurricane
30 scarves
50 red geraniums
orchids
Christmas cactus
fresh fruits, bread and fish
Tempurpedic mattresses
and a real John Deer Tractor for my grandchildren.

When I turned seventy-five,
I inherited
my Grandma’s body type
my 60 year old mid-western mate
my industriousness
my old lady sense of humor
all my purple possessions
red hats
daughter, son and in-laws
who show middle-age wisdom
and a promise of years to come
as grandparents of
notoriety.