Category: Grief

• Wondrous grit of life

  o’ wondrous pain, illuminating discomfort — how you have painted this earth to suit your ease, the slow swing of your step it is perhaps a sign of your privilege that you praise cuts and bruises to small children who do not know to defend your princess could not sleep with even a pea under…

  Jenifer

  November 4, 2016

  Death, Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Love, Mother, Muse, Pain, Tanka, Violence

  poetry

• From Hafiz

  Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken out like threadbare rugs, freed from dust, from the lively flesh that filled out their netting. They wonder, am I more true or less nestled again in this damp home, changed so from my high…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• The meadow prefers no trespassers

  or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near my soft body. It is a design to hold you off, just so, make you think…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Childhood, From Hafiz, Grief, Memory, Nature, Political struggle, Public, Seasons, Violence

  poetry

• I think of love

  I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. I think of love as an elemental discovery, unwrapping itself time and again, ever revealing eccentricities, hope, a whipped dog who greets the morning with joy. Yes, even then. I think of love as the…

  Jenifer

  August 26, 2016

  Aging, Death, Grief, Love, Meditation, Poem sampler, Public, Violence

  poetry

• When walking through woods without my father

  I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…

  Jenifer

  July 13, 2016

  Aging, Grief, Lake/ocean, Nature, Pentwater, Poem sampler, Seasons, Story, Traveling, Work life

  poetry

• Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird

  Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, for my unborn grandchildren (who may choose to never come forth, so unpleasant are we), indeed for my world — for all that is prized, hard fought won conceded cherished revised overturned allowed to decay…

  Jenifer

  July 10, 2016

  Ancient, Grief, Love, Poem sampler, Public, Violence, Yoga

  poetry