Author: jennygracespoetryandcreativewritingtechniques

I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Currently, I am writing a collection of short stories, and a collection of poetry. I am trying my hand at writing a novel. Well, not a novel, actually. Make that two novels. My passion is writing. My inspiration is Franz Krafka because he managed to see the absurdity of life. Life is all about perspective and who is telling the story. We all see this life through the lens of our experiences. Literature should inspire us to think, to analyze, and to get lost in unfamiliar worlds in which we learn something new about this human existence. It is my hope that my writing challenges the reader to think, and to see a different perspective, as well as be entertained. My faith in Jesus strengthens me and gives me the courage to survive the twists and turns of this life. My faith influences a lot of my writing in that goodness always triumphs over evil, in that love conquers all. I hope you enjoy reading my blog.

Learning Still

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Learning Still

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.

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.

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.

Not a Love Poem

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Not going to write a love poem.

Not going to look out there in that patch of space.

Where I loved someone more than I should have.

I sacrificed myself out there, lost pieces of me.

Not going to write a love poem.

For something that wasn’t.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Memoir Excerpt

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Excerpt: Spaces Between Words

I have had four sisters. Two are still living; two have died. Each one has left an indelible mark upon the person I have become; each one has equally impacted the person I have failed to become. Each is like a thread in a tapestry woven together; each represents a broken thread in places which compose that tapestry. Each thread represents deep, fierce love; each thread represents equally deep animosity, jealousies, and pettiness. I would walk through fire to rescue my sisters; they would walk through fire to rescue me. We have unflinchingly hurt each other; we have forgiven each other just to turn around and commit trespasses once again against the other. What to do with these relationships? What to do with the broken treads in the tapestry of sisterhood?

My second oldest sister looked through me like I was never there. She the sainted, self-appointed judge of the world our lives inhabited. Inconsequential self, I mattered little in her formation of the world our lives inhabited. She, larger than myth, established her strength through emotional manipulation. Quite simply, she made me feel as if I did not matter. I never mattered to her. She, twenty-two years older than me. That gap was insurmountable.

This is the beginning of my memoir “Spaces Between Words.” Please let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading!

-Jenny

Morning

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Morning

Cinnamon tea,

scent slipping into a tranquil memory.

Honey, sweet.

Savoring the stillness, the sound of silence,

simply a morning sweet with my own love of me,

of my own life,

of my own thoughts at the kitchen table surrounded by the comfort of my own space,

and the scent of cinnamon,

and honey,

and the comfort of my own silence.

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available in both paperback and Kindle on Amazon. I would be interested to know what you think about my poetry.

Thanks for reading.

-Jenny

Harmony

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Harmony

One melody flows into the next melody just as the water courses across rocks and finds itself where its supposed to be,

where the universe ordained the silence,

the rain,

the sunlight,

the earth and all that is in it.

Harmony, holy, like life flowing freely beyond brokenness,

into wholeness,

in the grip of Great Spirit’s sacredness.

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback with my name as Jenny Andrews.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading!

-Jenny