Category: Pentwater

• 7/7

  sails bend across the lake winds turning, twisting to oblivion ant carries sand dodging foaming surf

  Jenifer

  July 8, 2015

  Childhood, Nature, Nested tanka, Pentwater, Seasons

  poetry

• Closing fire

  Day closes in wandering chatter losing itself in waves edging our pebbled shore; stones skitter over the surface, lead trails to the horizon — fading circles on yellow water

  Jenifer

  June 10, 2015

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Friendship, Memory, Pentwater

  poetry

• The sea, my sea

  The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells and moans pregnant with stories it cannot, dares not, wills not to speak The sea does not note that I am here nor does it note me not, its massive expanse absorbed in thoughts it…

  Jenifer

  May 20, 2015

  Art, Muse, Nature, Pentwater, Story

  poetry

• Winter in Frenchtown

  If you have visited only in the summer, the weight of snowfall on this strip between the big and little lakes must surprise you. Winter here makes summer seem impossible — children running down dunes with nothing but swimsuits, beach towels tied like a capes, tiny sails on the horizon, or closer, Sunfishes capsizing into…

  Jenifer

  May 7, 2015

  Ancient, Memory, Muse, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons, Traveling

  poetry

• Twin waters

  Water runs in streams through sandy swales, clear and cold and quick, carves underedges along tiny banks, trails pebbles too large to carry forward, and returns again in its own path to the great, wild churning. .. Water glides over broken asphalt, shifts its course over sharp, jagged cracks, deposits mud, clay from baseball diamond…

  Jenifer

  March 10, 2015

  Chicago, Dying, Meditation, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons

  #dversepoets, poetry

• On reading “Hearing a Flute on a Spring Night in Luoyang by Li Bai (Li Po)”

  Thinking of my old home and garden, I break into a hundred thousand shards of mirror, not quite identifiable, but not yet lost. They lay there blinking partial, shifting images as the moon paces above in its forgetting path. Shall I piece them together? Is it time? Is it possible? I am sunk. If I…

  Jenifer

  January 19, 2015

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Fantasy, Meditation, Memory, Muse, Pentwater

  poetry