The Truth Of Me

Uproarious Twirling Jeanne

Uproarious Twirling Jeanne

A rush of words
determined gait
folds and folds of fun.

A blush of red
hair and cheeks
firecracker peaks.

Links to light
light to white
stars in galaxies.

Roots to buds
footnotes tell
kin and kith.

Truth be told
new each day
grace- it prunes&grows.

prunes&grows
sees&knows
grabs&throws.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Jun 13, 2014 @ 10:08:43

    This is awesome, Jeanne. I especially like the ending.

    Reply

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  3. jama
    Jun 13, 2014 @ 10:21:58

    Love the musicality of your poem, Jeanne. Great ending. 🙂

    Reply

  4. maryleehahn
    Jun 13, 2014 @ 18:01:08

    Vibrant! Glorious!

    Reply

  5. jmpoland21van
    Jun 14, 2014 @ 08:47:06

    My dear, dear Catherine.
    Jeanne

    Reply

  6. jeannepoland
    Jun 13, 2017 @ 09:46:12

    Reblogged this on The Vibrant Channeled Creator and commented:

    The musicality rings

    Reply

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