Category: Poem sampler

• 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

• Madonna child

  you are a hard one staring off as you do gentle eyes throwing pity to every hidden thing hairless head revealing each crease of question brother true arm wrapped as to claim, she is mine, death will not touch and if it should try I go first fending the blizzard whole oh, you are a…

  Jenifer

  December 17, 2015

  Childhood, Cro-Magnon, Disability, Dying, Love, Muse, Poem sampler, Work life

  poetry

• Our time

  through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, eye sockets, my heart belongs to you, for all it is worth, right then, ever and no matter as I push through the door now it is your chin I notice first lifted up high,…

  Jenifer

  December 11, 2015

  Disability, Dying, Family, Love, Memory, Poem sampler, Teenager, Work life

  poem

• Fourteen months

  It has been fourteen months since I began this blog. It seems like a suitably odd time to look back and take stock. Below are links to fourteen poems written during this period that received a lot of response from readers or that I particularly like myself. There is one for each month. I hope…

  Jenifer

  June 4, 2015

  Art, Friendship, Muse, Poem sampler, Seasons

  poetry

• The dying thoughts of a poet from Gorham’s Cave

  I do not know what I should expect you to come to know as you unwrap my bones and the tissues of my belongings. I carved this mark for you, no one else, hoping it would make me known to you. But when young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shines once more, it will be…

  Jenifer

  January 22, 2015

  Aging, Ancient, Cro-Magnon, Dying, Memory, Muse, Poem sampler

  poetry