I can never forget you in early morning when I watch blades of grass shake their fingers at a ground hog who stepped too hard on their back-side, or the old man in the supermarket who bent his arthritic back to pick up a tomato rolling down the aisle. You are everywhere yet remain hidden. Your silence is deafening yet no music compares to your fiddle.
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer Brookins
Wood warbler chest-full of music and dance, flutters his wings before puffing onto a limb. Finally, he settles in to welcome a new day filled with holy wonder and grace. Dawn comes up behind the tree line, spilling colors of sweet mountain heather over our land.
© 2020 Jennifer Brookins
I can never forget you in early morning when I watch blades of grass shake their fingers at a ground hog who stepped too hard on their back-side, or the old man in the supermarket who bent his arthritic back to pick up a tomato rolling down the aisle. You are everywhere yet remain hidden. Your silence is deafening yet no music compares to your fiddle.
© 2020 Jennifer Brookins
What happened to old friend Raggedy Ann, my journals filled with poetry – helter-skelter meanderings written walking along river’s edge when life seemed too hopeless to go on. But on this wondrous autumn day, leaves the color of ripe pimento fall breathlessly in every corner of my garden … yesterdays heartaches replaced with sonnets.
© 2020 Jennifer Brookins
this odd poetry of my soul
more madness of heart than verse.
perhaps my thoughts of you should be reigned in
meet me in the boathouse for tea, lemony with ginger
afterwards I will lay my head on the soft down of your belly
dragonfly flutters on winters lake
buddha bird sits high in trees watching the moon shed tears
om shanti om
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Heartache, you rapacious, marauding haunter nipping at the heels; you make every attempt to jackboot my day. Have you forgotten we no longer share the same bed – so anxious am I to meet the one who laughs within my soul. What happened to my old friend Raggedy Ann…my diary filled with poetry written walking along river’s edge when life seemed too hopeless to go on. But on this wondrous autumn day her leaves – the color of ripe pimento, fall breathlessly in every corner of my garden; yesterday’s heartaches replaced with sonnets…I am humbled by their presence.
© 2020 Jennifer Brookins
It doesn’t take much to be happy: a morning walk before the world wakes up, giant oaks singing to each another … poetry written on their bark, birds warble morning halleluiahs without peering into the morrow; infinitesimal grains of sand divinity-saturated. How can I not be happy when you gift so much?
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colors of peach sorbet cover the ocean while albatross sits on masthead. Dearest heart, what compass leads him safely to shore?
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both paths I’ve traveled in this world
one, dark and lonely
the other light and without wanting
a loving heart is a wondrous bedfellow
in times like this
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Dear Heart,
let us wrap this new day
around our shoulders
let us do that
before morning coffee
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