Category: My window at night

• My window at night x

  my mind goes numb at the look of your shadow, gauze hanging there filtering moonlight reflected off bright clouds and I wonder how far you have come, how long you have waited in your bleak disguise behind this shadow how many hints you have thrown, how many desperate plays you have made in your tireless…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2015

  Ancient, Bite-sized sampler, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night

  poem

• My window at night ix

  no sound fuller than the wind tossing leaves up and over and against our window screen as we lie here, breeze smoothing our shoulders retreating, surrendering at long last

  Jenifer

  October 7, 2015

  Fantasy, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• My window at night, more

  Slow moving, a partial dream unwinding in its own way, we slow down, we slow it down, make sure we see — look, here, now, it passes — open it, to understand, to isolate the exact point, and how, the smooth releasing shifts into jarred, frayed, jagged. We go in there, at that point, slow…

  Jenifer

  December 27, 2014

  Art, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night, Yoga

  poetry

• My window at night, viii

  Mostly afraid the rain will stop, spattering on pavement and irregular bricks, wind flourishing through wet leaves, taking its time, coming in time, hollow pounding on garbage cans. I hang on random drips echoing in corners of the side yard, longing for its everlasting.

  Jenifer

  October 4, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Love, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• My window at night, vi

  Dark light dark light dark light dark light aspen leaves flip and turn back and forth and around, soft sequins mirroring the six-sided moon, imperceptible, but just enough to slow time, open hazy wonder — dark light dark light dark light dark light dark light —

  Jenifer

  September 6, 2014

  Garden, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature

  poetry

• My window at night, v

  Is it time yet? As I study you, I think not. You have decided not to show yourself, and I can see no further into you. Let us wait together, and here and there take turns teasing, poking, putting on — and perhaps by accident reveal a surprise to us both. —————————- This is part…

  Jenifer

  August 27, 2014

  Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature

  poetry