Tag: poetry

• Childcraft, 1964 ed.

  loud, no books but encyclopedia, hiding behind end-table, drapes fidgeting, national geographics layered open alien religions, bangles elongating necks, circular cornfield in desert, white-clothed bedouin, tattered scrolls, peking man poems spread on top, stutters untwisting, hours unwrapping, “this is my rock and here I run to steal the secrets of the sun” ——————————————– A late…

  Jenifer

  March 27, 2015

  Childhood, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My family

  #dversepoets, poetry

• Jacksonville, Illinois

  i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…

  Jenifer

  March 21, 2015

  Chicago, Childhood, Death, Family, Friendship, Meditation, Memory, Nature

  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

• It is what comes after

  Though in a world of doubt surrounded, our river plies, churns, hides its own error, misgiving, re-creation, courage of moment, witness borne, lost. Our hero beeches suffer demotion to floats, serve as fisheries, bubble up ripples, but if confrontation cannot be avoided, indeed, remains steadfast, they rise to bows, turns, diversions, reshaping even water, laying…

  Jenifer

  March 5, 2015

  Ancient, Nature, Political struggle, Public, Robert Frost

  #dversepoets, poetry

• Quiet hour

  Whisper with me, deflate joy, let its steam exhale. Take cover with me from babbling, tumbling squall. Escape now with me to a solitary inch of grassy earth. Lay here with me, our breath smooth, civil, disobedient. Ponder with me leaf shadow pressing on black wall, swaying in street light, silence holding. Tame with me…

  Jenifer

  February 24, 2015

  Chicago, Love, Meditation, Work life, Yoga

  poetry

• After a day of too many and the wrong words

  Time was when I could shake and tap the side of my head to relieve the gurgle of what should not have fallen in. But I hold no defense against your words, nor ways to excise them: sometimes sharp, stabbing, sometimes dull, aching; sometimes contagious, gathering up many benign, many wrenching images, turning them slick,…

  Jenifer

  February 16, 2015

  Meditation, Muse, Work life

  poetry