Posted in Photography, Poetry

Meaningful Gibberish

Talk to Me (October 2021)
toward the celebration of human life 
as a path to transcendence
i skip past Beethoven
land on middle C

swing past his open mouth
dance with clenching teeth
directed at my absurdity

our meaningful gibberish
we only understand
the moans escape the metal bars
i lie down beside the piled cloth

stained with gilded tears
teach me forgiveness afterwards
when a hush descends upon bended knees
Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Lay my Heart Down

Lay my heart down
and weep
what little time remains
I give it all
to you
the gift of all beauty
hidden from human eyes.
You are only fed to eager souls.

I won’t be gone long. How can I keep myself from being amongst all this grandeur?

I did a little beach cleanup. I hiked miles. I painted. I wrote. Nothing here keeps me from living. Everything here pushes me to go further. The seals and loons. The cawing of crow friends. A shy heron perched as if wind was nonexistent.

The waves rush in with new gifts of sea glass. The waves recede into the greater good. The flow of sea amends all the broken pieces of life.

Be well love, until I return.

Always, Jeanne

Posted in Art, Musings, Poetry

Lost Love

Love is an idea when
commitment lacks confidence.

—I am only one. I couldn’t hold you or let you go. So we both suffered sunburn.

You are further away from me than I care to acknowledge. Nothing remains to settle my thoughts. I dangle my feet in the shallow; you wade knee deep. I dress in green and swirled turquoise. Beads adorn my hair, swept in a bun. The water laps our passion and icy hearts.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

My heart is a corridor


I cannot seem to walk past a door
lonely, in the pursuit of time
the wind’s impatient brush with forever

we stood in the hollow
bodies carved from sharpened rock
and painted yellow
the dim-lighted blackened space

You obviously see me
spared the chance of fading out
the rain washes our conscience clean.

Posted in Poetry

Moth Wings

Dedicated to a faithful friend.
My eyes flicker in the light.
I venture closer
to find you quiver
pencil lines draw a smile
where my lips once drew life.

A beam shines behind you
me dressed in blue.
We watch our dance
in front of a door
hinged by crafted iron
while shoes fit for horses
don our feet.

We gallop off
to find refuge
in silk threads
and pray our faith shelters
a promise made
a few days before
the doctor diagnosed
our heartbreak.
Posted in Art, Poetry

Hills in Summer

Summer Hill

Tell me what we would do
together
meet in the grasses
where purple liatris
swarms with bees
my honey hair blowing in the breeze.

Tell me how we find the courage
lay plans on fallen trees
our vows taken
to always please the other
in valleys and in hills.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Masquerade

do you fear
he understands
keep walking
don’t let it end

this way
from where he comes
to seek good
your soul undone

the thickness -sick
coats his tongue
ripe and sweet
lies of deceit
his idea of trick and treat

Posted in Poetry

absence in wake

Look. Do you see? This picture of me. Look. I once stood in such a door. My vow to not share. My sacred word. My vagrant thoughts.

I break the rules. So am i

desperate against myself? I truly want to be alone. Do you believe me? I think not.

What will any of this pursuit mend? The constant chatter inside our heads. What grows louder

finally succumbs to hate. or are we Love?

change happened
serendipitously
’round blanketed windows
i peeked
to find you coyly approach

erect a shining mirror
i looked and wept
comforted by plump chair
for what seems hours
you numbingly scour
endless riddled notebooks

rewound cassette tape answers
spoken shyly
perched atop tree branches
i watch
leaves fall brightly
to decompose defenses

you taught me errors
learned long ago
wearing humble clothes
ripped jeans and tattered shoes
to provide the ashes
i spread

across my forehead
and linger in this restive room
dressed by your hands
secured with door key
to stand guard against

intruders
who peek in
arrest my trialed heart
a desire to be known
my only way out.