Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors

A door post… Since it has been a while and being the door pictures are backing up my phone memory… i will release a few from my time in Massachusetts… so far!

Bartlett NH storefront. A piece of America’s rural past
Lincoln NH America’s oldest ski shop

Newburyport MA door is closed… open on weekends
Tragic story behind this door… Plum Island Beach MA

Plum Island Beach MA Do Not Enter this door
Conservation Land of Harvard MA

Still River Baptist Church Harvard MA 1832 (founded 1776)
Post Office Hours posted
Boston Fanaueil Hall
Harvard MA
Harvard MA
Harvard MA

Harvard MA Cemetary

Congregational Church of Harvard MA
Mount Wachusett Massachusetts Door to good times…

Boston’s City Hall dressed for the holidays

Waiting to get seated at Joes… Boston

Craving…

All those details in life… begging feedback. I am so unsure of myself. My glasses either need adjusting or my self-esteem could use a boost. Perhaps a week, sunning on Florida sands, lapping up the beams of light, will readjust my outlook.

I wonder, will a halo appear above my head? Or maybe I am forever destined to carry a pitchfork with me, to crumble the ice surrounding my heart.

My thoughts triumphant… they scarcely tell the true story of the conscience. I am not sure i would take the dare to display the rocks tumbling in my stomach. Beauty is fleeting.

I try.

Yesterday taught me a lesson. Simplify. Everything. Until I realize I’ve let go of everything I believed in. Even the mountains crumble. Their majestic prowess is destined to fall. Pride is best kept humble.

So those cravings? I let them go too. To wonder how he is doing, too sacred to know.

covetous

something -draws me in -cool breath -kissed cheek -cant speak -you or me -not gone -not here -vows given and mistakes made -this game -God forgives -i break the chains -torn mind -blame shame -my heart entwined -two masters -damned life -rewind the reel -see the thrill -sit at Your feet -hear Your voice speak -my soul twirl, twirl, twirls.

thoughts unleashed…

ever met her
the ice-cold
bitch who flicked
her wagging tongue
she wouldn’t know
if the blessed one
befriended her
as she scratched
and screeched
her way to the top
she pissed in the mouth
of the man
more manly than she
will ever be
he held his thoughts -secretly
as a shield against her bitter
and stored venom
against her stupid
he hung from the rope
her tied thoughts around his brow
as she beat him
the feathered crow
weeping gently
someday, she will learn
his timid soul
was all
she ever needed in life

After Glow

Morning

The magic rises
as a moon shifts
this world affords
such gifts…

the negative wove into my life…
like a knife it carved it hollow…
and my answer back
is to refill my soul with marvel.

The positivity of 2019 is tasty. I promise friends and loved ones to lick my lips long after i make this vow to pursue only what strengthens my resolve to live.

The Seven Bridge Writing Group begins January 8. The inevitable question of why and how and current goals will most likely be asked upon arrival. So i will prepare an answer for the facilitators and my fellow sojourners. In addition, in preparation for the writing group, I am reading Pat Schneider’s “Writing alone and with others”. Seven Bridges is affiliated with the Amherst Writing Group and more information for a local group, in your area, can be found HERE!

I am also busily felting creations… here is my newest 5×6 whimsical floral

After Glow

thoughts unleashed…

Well… you and i made it to experience another year on earth. I hope the approaching 365 days is good to you… full to the brim with positive thoughts, new adventures, reinforced friendships, old and new, with plenty of time spent writing and working on your craft. Or perhaps experimenting with a new method of expressing yourself. In short, here is to a creative 2019 of souling!

Be well beautiful people. Be well. Jeanne 💙💙💙🎶

Taking on the world. (October 2018)

lake glitter… sprinkle my life

of late
i recognize not
the girl in a mirror
looking distraught

i should be progressing
but my mind rattles.
here, sit awhile,
i promise not to startle…

then off i dawdle
to find some words,
express my heart
though rather curt

i sought me
lost along the way…
oh, but i found
amusing visions yesterday

garter snake
rock wall seasons
plant of many names
please pick up after yourself

(i brought home their cans and put them in the recycle bin.)

i dare
toil in my brain,
promptly tempt my lips
with your sexy care

kinda where
my heart resides
the trash can
ugly and obscene

insides even so…
forgive the past
the broken walk
tripped up feelings
long gone,
wade ashore
hoping i return -explore

Not sure i belong here… getting a feel! Bathing in WP love from many of you. I oft question my idea that i am a writer. How do i escape what feels like a prison? I get in these rotting moods… where i trash everyone and everything. I want to purge… i purge… than wallow in my loneliness.

Go ahead, throw me back in the pond!

On another front,
settling into
a new home,
a new town…
the comfort found
slowing my pace of life.

Border Wall (chaos ensues)

Border Wall

stone upon stone
i build this wall

Would you still like me
love me
if you knew
the words cluttered inside?

If i painted a picture
of my mind
the tendrils of poison
that caused us blind?

I am careless
and messy
with days i dont care
for you or me
not willing to share
i bury myself
under the sheets
hide for days
nothing to keep
but darkness
and misery
i apologize…

i am lost
thought i was found
just following orders
hardly a time
to celebrate.

Underneath exists layers… this is what hardens our bones. The heart does speak and lightens our loads.