Free verse poetry – Jenny Grace's Poetry and Creative Writing Techniques

Winter Reflection: A Poem

Brown-billed bird with ruby throat ignores winter’s threat.

Alights upon icy oak branch and injures itself.

Rush of furious winds topple the weak branches to the frozen earth.

Brown-billed bird with ruby throat darts under splintered limbs.

Sky cries with ice chips splattering and splashing withered brown leaves.

Brown-billed bird with ruby throat camouflages itself within the warmth of withered brown leaves.

Pearl Moon (poem from 2021)

Summer afternoon,

misty cool rain washes away sadness,

residual pain.

Approaching promised moon like a pearl balloon floats above cloudy lanes drenched in rain.

Earth beneath forever sky shimmers, shines with endless life.

Blueness blends in a thousand shades: sky, birds, flowers, rocks, rivers.

Earth aches under its own weight.

Power, beauty, prisms of light sparkle in rain puddles,

and drench the parched earth.

Periphery

You are.

on the periphery.

Just out of focus.

Miles beyond my scope.

There. I feel you.

There. Your voice whispers in that space

where memory

multiplies

itself

with

you.

I originally wrote this poem in 2015. As I’ve said in my previous posts, I am currently going through my old journals and notebooks in order to organize a collection of poetry. I simply love words and creating images on the page.

Please let me know what you think about my poetry. (But, please, always be kind). Thanks.

Competition

Sunny afternoon.

Wispy clouds finger through the sky like a child’s outstretched palm.

Coolness and warmth compete for dominance in a windy race through roadside oak and pine.

Quitting the Storm

Thursday in late summer, gone.

Blended into fall, quiet thoughts; quietly quit the storm that used to be me.

The knot untied inside my gut.

Now, I’m just here, just here.

Just me.

Afternoon in Summer

Summer afternoon, misty cool rain washes away sadness, residual pain.

Approaching promised moon, like a pearl balloon, floats above cloudy lanes drenched in rain.

Earth beneath forever sky, shimmers, shines with endless life.

Blueness blends in a thousand shades of sky, birds, flowers, rocks, rivers.

Earth aches under its own weight.

Power, beauty, prisms of light sparkle in rain puddles, and drench the parched earth.

Carousel

Carousel horses stomp the ground of a Saturday memory; spin until the ground bleeds with my shattered self.

A love flies past.

Slips through my fingertips.

May 2011, Revisited

Reminded of love; reminded of how much words hurt.

Reminded of a free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly. . .

Leaned against the window pane.

Watched my world shatter. . .

Lost my voice. . .

Reminded of that free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly.

Ungratefulness: A Poem

Depressed in the midst of plenty.

Hungry on a full belly.

Restless on a featherbed.

American despair.

Visions of problems that aren’t really there.

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.

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