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

Chasing Shadows

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Chasing Shadows

Angry,

I am.

But, I bury it deeply within the folds of my skin like hidden scars.

I dare not let you see the times I have broken.

Weak,

I am,

at the knees at the thought of you.

Angry,

I am that you are smooth and like water slip through my fingertips.

Envious,

I am of you and the manner in which you glide through your days unencumbered by convention, you move from place to place like a racing wind, not settling,

just moving.

And I wish I could capture you and hold you,

but,

angry,

I am that you move like liquid through my arms.

You move through memory like shadows in late evening,

lying down and disappearing with the faltering sunlight.

I have fallen completely in love with the faltering shadow.

Angry,

I am for chasing shadows with my heart.

Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews

 

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle. My published name is Jenny Andrews. Thanks for reading!

-Jenny

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