I am not my body…

A Deck of Pornographic Playing Cards

We were ten or eleven, my friend and I,
when we found them up under a bridge,
on top of a beam where pigeons were resting.
Someone had carefully hidden them there.
On each was a black-and-white photo,
no two cards alike. We grew quiet and older,
young men on our haunches, staring at
what we feared might be the future.
The pigeons flapped back to their roosts,
rustling and cooing. The river gurgled
as it slipped from the bridge’s cool shadow.
There were women with big muzzled dogs,
women with bottles and broom handles.
Stallions stood over the bodies of others.
The women smiled and licked their lips
with tongues like thorns. We grew old.
We were two old men with stiff legs
and sad hearts. We had wanted to laugh
but we couldn’t. We had thought we were boys,
come there to throw stones at the pigeons,
but we were already dying inside.
Ted Kooser
in Weather Central

 

Jeanne Poland in 2019

 

I am not my body

but holy outrage too

passionate beliefs-

that straddle the universe

golden light –

from my third eye to the tip of my toes

divinity-

that renders me eternal and able to transform

my body is a humble servant-

loyal for generations and sculpted by my tribe

Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca  Sr Virginia Mary of Christ  Poland  Smith

 

4/22/19

quicksilver

The Traditional Picture Book-Morphed

Jeanne Morphed

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“Inchoate” Part 2

The Crooked Forest in Poland

I heard Ogden Nash’s poem this morning on the Poetry Almanac Podcast, and was inspired to write this:

In-ko’-it

“inchoate” sounds like “cohabit”
“cohabit” sounds like “intuit”
“intuit”: you knew it
“cohabit”: you lived it
“inchoate”: you birthed it:
incipient, inchoate beginnings.

and still another:

Roots split.
Stems fit.

I know it.
I feel it.
Intuit.

I see it:
Beginnings
Inchoate.

Inchoate Series
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Jeanne Poland

Pattern #15 Extreme

Poland DNA
spawns extreme feats of air, jumps
lifts and balance drops!

Tongue Twister#42 Asinine

Photo by Quenby Poland

asinine
smug o’ mine

aslant
aslope

assai
assay

assert
affirm

assist
assign

assoil
assort

assure
assuage

callipygian
steatopygia!

callipygian-nicely shaped rear end
steatopygia-fat rear end

Harrumph!

Harrumph said the teacher when the student shook and stuttered;
Harrumph said the gentlemen to the lady of the night.
Harrumph said the PhD to artisans and plumbers;
Harrumph said the ballet diva to rappers in the street.

Enough said St Peter at the pearly gates above;
Enough harrumphs forever for those who enter here.

Jeanne Poland
6/1/2013

“Two Cents Tuesday Challenge” BOLD

Bold
brave
biker

Not yet 2!
Mimics you!

5/22/2013
Jeanne Poland

Blink or Wink?

Do you want to BLINK or WINK?

The wink is deliberate.
A humorous communique.
Recognition.

A blink is a shock.
Wha’ happened?
Where do I go from here?
Reconfiguring.

Flutter your eyelids.
Attract some compatibles
And then, in chorus
WINK WITH CONVICTION!

Jeanne Poland
5/21/2013

IMPATIENCE

IMPATIENCE

IMPATIENCE

IMPATIENCE feels important;
Pulls upon my hem;
“I’m here” he moans,
“Vexing you” and then

Pulls upon my hem;
Dribbles through his frown;
Claws me up and down.

“I’m here” he moans,
“To burn you hot:
Your breath to rot!”

Vexing you and then:
Pulled back, you squawk
And gawk and talk and balk!

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11/1/12
Jeanne Poland

The Ant Lady (How similar we are)

Tensile and stubborn
sturdy and tough
unwavering
robust extreme!

Sturdy and tough
solid enough:
exoskeleton extreme!

Unwavering:
forceful, intense
stalwart!

Robust extreme;
curvaceous, outrageous
black sheen!

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