Landscape

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Landscape

Man with gray mountains behind him in profile gestures to a dry and barren land,

his hands spaced apart to indicate a thought to convey.

His white long sleeved shirt loosely draping those shoulders I remember.

Those hands from so long ago reached for me.

Barren land so far away.

Profile forever frozen in time; I never lost that love I had felt so long ago.

Memory like dust in that barren landscape catches in his throat.

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon. It is available in both Kindle and paperback. Thank you for reading!

-Jenny

Ode to Ex-Husband

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Ode to Ex-husband

Forgetting to remember you.

Going to places we never went,

just so I can try out this new life,

where your negativity does not exist.

This new life where I can remember how to laugh again.

 

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

Please remember to check out my poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow.” It is published under my name Jenny Andrews. It is available in both paperback and Kindle on Amazon. I am interested in knowing what you think. Thanks!

 

Watching World

 

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WATCHING WORLD

Lives thick with regret,

things that securely hidden in the darkest depths of my heart leak out like poison.

I would wait a thousand lifetimes just to explain the unexplainable to my own reflection in the mirror of my mind.

I can still see him under the streetlight walking toward me and me pausing as if the watching world did not matter.

Memory like a movie replaying relentlessly.

Yearning to step into that scene and feel the passion again.

Memory turns to regret,

because there are things left undone,

unsaid.

And now the world has moved on and so have we.

All that remains are the promises that rot away like discarded poems in closed drawers.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon/Kindle. It is available in both Kindle and paperback. I look forward to receiving your feedback. Thanks.

-Jenny

 

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

 

Arles

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Arles

Pretty painted portraits. Pink petunias, luscious lilacs.

A world suffocated in its own rich aroma of earth, sweetness. Grass like emerald blades swipe at my bare calves. Softness shouldn’t hurt but it does.

Rain teases petunias into revealing softness-a world like cotton and silk-glide by and trouble me.

Deceptively sweet.

Should I trust this God who has lulled me into a colorful floral valley warmed by sunshine and cooled by sweetly scented breezes?

Should I?

Should I?

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

Melancholy

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Melancholy

A thought turned over in my mind; melancholy morning mulling over the rumors of his return that never will be.

I do not believe in love, but the hunger is ripe like rotted apples decaying in the sun, puddles splashing along the thought.

Love me,

I used to say,

but, rotting apples decay.

 

Copyright 2019  Jenny W. Andrews

Haiku

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I love to experiment with different poetry techniques. One of my favorite is Haiku. I like its linguistic efficiency. Seventeen syllables (divided 5,7,5) in three lines can be a challenge because word choice is extremely important. Traditionally, Haiku is to  offer an image of the natural world. The image is like word art. The reader should “see” the image.

Here are some of my Haiku poetry:

SUNRISE

Scorching sand sky sea

Sun sailing so soundlessly

Skyward searchingly

FEBRUARY SKY

Leafless branches stab

At a frozen sky and point

At the fleeing Spring

THE WALL

An upright structure

Gray stone halting my passage

To the other side.

 

I believe that writing should be fun; writing should be about freeing our creative expression. Too often in this world people attach monetary amounts to judge value. People will say “Well, you can’t make any money as a poet” as if money is all that matters in this world. Money, of course, is important. However,  creative expression is the magic that gives this universe its timeless beauty. Creative expression makes this life worth living. Imagine if tomorrow there were no paintings, novels, poetry, movie scripts, etc. How empty our world would be! Creative expression is about freedom to express our vision of this life-the beauty as well as the ugliness. Creative expression should challenge us all to think beyond just our existence and to look into the far future. Imagine hundreds of years from now if someone could still enjoy the poetry that you have written. Think about all the poets from the past and how their words still touch the human soul right now to this day.

I can only hope that my poetry will have that kind of impact.

Thanks for reading!

 

Raindrops: A Poem

 

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This is a poem I wrote after a rainstorm a few weeks ago. I have based it on trees in my backyard.

Raindrops

Water oak, cherry laurel, rooted deeply, leaves fanning outward in a riot of emerald, ruby, cinnamon.

Beyond this moment, God scatters His breath,

breathes life into the sparkling raindrops

spilling down.

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

I am currently writing a collection of my short stories and poetry. I plan to publish in one book rather than have two separate books. Please let me know what you think of my poem. Thanks.

 

 

 

Let Fear Go

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I have stopped watching the news. It promotes fear and dwells on the worst possible scenarios. I, of course, recognize that bad things happen, but I prefer not to dwell on those things I cannot control.  Fear paralyzes. Fear drains the joy out of life. There is beauty; there is love; there is joy in this life. I prefer dwelling on the beauty, the love, and the joy rather than on the fear of what may or may not happen. I choose to create my own reality and fill it with beauty, love, and joy. I am the change I want to see. I live my daily life from a hopeful and love filled perspective. Each person I encounter I see as a soul to be honored and to be loved. We have to be the change that we want to see in this world. Defeat fear with love. Defeat fear with joy. Defeat fear with the beauty that dwells within your own soul. If something needs to be changed, put your hands out and construct a solution rather than be afraid to try.

George Addair wrote: Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.

Don’t let fear of the unknown stop you from living your life to the fullest. Don’t let fear paralyze you. Let go of fear, share your talents with this world and help make it a better place.

Psalm 27:1 says: The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid.

Don’t limit yourself because of fear of the unknown. Rest assured that you are not alone. God is with you forever and always. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate you from His love and protection. Just rest in Him. Let fear go. Let fear go.

II Timothy 1:7 says: For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Of course, we still have to exercise a reasonable degree of caution, but it shouldn’t paralyze us. Of course, we have to be aware of world events, but our awareness shouldn’t blind us to the good that still exists in this world.

I forget who it was who said it is best to light one candle than to curse the darkness. I agree with this statement because lighting that one candle can illuminate our passage to the other side of fear.

The other side of fear is the achievement of all that you ever dreamed. Let fear go. Just let it go.