Childhood

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CHILDHOOD

Chair in the corner of the dining room,

and Daddy sitting in it, and only the orange glow from the ashes,

and gray puffs of smoke,

gave any signal of human presence.

Otherwise it was just the darkness and a chair in the corner,

otherwise it was just daddy in the dark and all alone.

I watched the firelight from the cigarette, as a child,

and wondered why the night was so black,

and why Daddy was so alone, and why voices rang out in the night.

I thought of Mama in the next room sleeping,

and I wondered why I was so small, and why Mama and Daddy never laughed.

And I felt like the night, cold,

and like Daddy,

and like Mama.

so all alone.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is currently available at Amazon/Kindle. I would love to hear any feedback about my poetry. Thanks.

-Jenny

 

Learning Still

 

 

 

 

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Learning StillĀ 

Learning still that promises, like breath, evaporate.

That lingering glances are just teases, false promises.

Learning still that tomorrow truly never comes, that broken hearts cannot be mended.

That saying “I’m sorry” is not enough.

That it is not possible to forgive or forget.

That the world is never enough.

Learning still that I am truly alone.

Learning still that I have not adjusted very well to what I have learned.

Copyright (original, 2009) Jenny W. Andrews, 2019 All rights reserved

 

Edge of Summer

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Edge of Summer

Jasmine scented September morning,

heat lingers at the edge of summer’s dying.

Not defeated this clinging summer, sizzling, hanging on.

Refusal to quit.

At the bottom of my dark tunnel,

I struggle to glimpse the warmth waning like an ember dying.

 

Copyright Jenny W. Andrews 2019

I Need to Say

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I Need to Say

I believe in Santa Claus.

These are the things I need to say.

Stars on a June night long ago, waves crashing on a forgotten shore, wild horses racing down rugged moonlit mountain paths-these are the images worth living for.

The kiss of that man I had loved so very long ago, the memory of his voice still whispers through the darkness, through the sorrow of the passing of the years-these are remembrances worth living for.

The crush of sand beneath my sandals, remembering when.

 

Copyright Jenny W. Andrews 2019

Anniversary

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Anniversary

On a summer day in a different year,

that other world where I wasted my precious time, has ceased to exist.

But, but,

in my mind’s eye your image is rooted deep, each image a cut to my soul, slicing irreparable scars onto the canvas of my mind.

A world lost, crumbled and decayed.

Remnants of what had been.

A dream imploded; A moment mired in time.

I couldn’t save myself from you no matter how hard I tried.

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

 

Thank you for reading.

-Jenny

Clarity in the Silence

 

 

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Clarity in the Silence

My own self settled into my own self.

Silence of my own breath calming me down.

Reaching within myself for my own peace.

I am where I am because I brought me here.

To this place.

Nothing exists but this moment; All of this is an illusion.

I am a timeless spirit moving through time and space; I curl up within myself and find rest.

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

 

Thank you all for reading. I really appreciate comments. Please remember to get my poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow.” It is available on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback versions.

-Jenny

Joy

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Joy

Getting through the day by letting things be as they are.

Letting go of control; Just accepting my world.

Not reading into things.

Simply being in this moment and letting this moment be.

Living my own truth; Voicing my own opinion.

Loving,

Laughing,

Creating my own joy; Refusing to let the darkness in.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

Please remember to get my poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow.” It is available on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback. I would really like to get your feedback. Thanks for reading.