bud

bud

I hover quick
dip my beak
deep in pollen
inhale gold

Mobius strip
twists its curve
flows on and on
forever

Nectar on tongue
sugar on throat
take off to land
on pistil

earth air water
fire flame flower

seed root leaf eye
mouth to soul

Jeanne in the mountains
4-7-21

weathered

For a Change
by Connie Wanek

Earth had become a job that required
constant customer support.
Humans didn’t seem to understand
the basics of their service.
Mrs. God suggested a standard message
when people first connected:
The Kingdom of God is within you.
“Honestly I think it gives them
a sense of agency,” she said.

But God thought the problem stemmed
from a confusing owners’ manual.
“Some of these translations are inscrutable,”
he said, paging through the dense instructions.
“What about a series of drawings,
where steps would be illustrated with a
puzzled little angel, sort of like IKEA?
And of course an extensive
FAQ on the website.”

“It’s worth a try,” said Mrs. God. “The most
important thing is that people know
they’re getting accurate information.”
“For a change,” said God.

“For a Change” by Connie Wanek. Used with the permission of the author.

Nov 7, 2020

an anagram from my name

I created this anagram from my name:

GRANT GRACE JEANNE MARIE MARGARET DELOCA SISTER VIRGINIA MARY OF CHRIST POLAND SMITH

TO.

GRACE
GRANTS
CHRIST’S
REIGN
OVER
EARTH
STARS
MAGIC
EVIL
AIR
AND
AN
ARMY
OF
LOVE

Master in Maine

 sun, my light

wind, my path-maker

 rain, my seed grower

 earth, my partaker

 

by jeanne

e a r t h

artist: J Byron Schachner

 

e  a  r  t  h

ear to hear
eat to grow
heat to warm
hare to jump into my lap
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.

heart rate
hat to shelter
eat to taste
hate to warn me
that’s what e a r t h gives to me.

it’s a mother
it’s a father
it’s a sibling too.
most of all, a god like me
that’s what e a r t h brings to me!

The Five Sacred Rings

the ring of fire

the ring of earth

the ring of air

the ring of water

the ring of crystals

the path to electromagnetic energy and healing with  medical intuition.

(for a lecture by Dr Norm Shealy, go to U-Tube and search for the 24 minute video)

Leaving the Motherland

bee comes along…picks up the pollen…

bee alights
pollen sticks
seed blows
roots
buds

you’ve left mother:
found soil.

air, water, fire, earth:
elementary.

Earth Song

Between the waters abides the earth…

Earth Song

They call me sod
loam, dirt
clay, turf, dust.

In cahoots with rain, rocks and roots
worms and grubs
perforated by ants and moles
aquifers and oil

veined with lead, copper, gold
and hiding diamonds and coal
cables, wires and pipes

I hold your huts and your tents
your houses and barns
anchor your bridges, apartments and high-rises.

In beds below rivers
lakes and oceans
I slumber.
In the open I bask in sun’s warmth
sprout and nourish your food.

Sometimes I seizure
shudder and quake
vomit magma
belch steam and ash

or slump and ooze
tongues of brown porridge
smothering your villages and roads
in mud.

But mostly I am solid and safe
keeping you upright
with my mysterious magnetic powers.

Feed me wisely
for I ingest
without discrimination

and someday soon
you will join me.
I will reclaim you.
You will again
become mine.
© 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Inhabiting a Song

Somewhere back of my throat a tune
hovers. My voice or the ghost of my voice
follows, repeating words and weaving
a record of my life into waves and hesitations.

Suppose our chorus, people and animals,
rises and falls in intervals of breath:
in sleep a dog’s paw twitches; a rabbit’s
dream follows its heartbeat all the way
through some ballad that its life is.

Parts of my song disappear, fade out
except for a beat that spans a known
part to another known part, and on.
Even in silence when shadows pass
my throat is full of the sound of the world.

(William Stafford in Crossing Unmarked Snow:

Further Views on the Writer’s Vocation)

Children Without TV #11 Perspective

Up the page hides the background

Down the page comes the foreground

gentle creatures watch…
their thirst, their guts call near-far
share air, earth, fire, gaze.

Riddle#20 Fickle Spring

it
was
vernal
equinox:
snow in Austerlitz:
blue flakes laugh at crocus shoots, blue
with cold, not dew; fickle Spring, fickle earth, fickle moon.