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.

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.

 

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

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.

 

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

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.

 

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

 

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

 

Tea House

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Inside the Japanese tea house,

I listen to water slip over rocks; I am refreshed by the coolness of morning breezes rushing through the open windows.

Birds tweet high above on the delicate tree branches.

I snuggle into the familiar comfort of the sameness of my days.

Sunlight glints off dragonfly wings,

pine branches point God-ward towards the endless blue canopy above the tea house.

Yellow wings of butterflies flutter in the sunlight and alight on the edge of the red window sill, then flutter away like delicate lace in the early morning breezes.

Calmness.

Allowing myself to breathe my own breath.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

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

Thanks for reading.

-Jenny