know them by their dna
helmets
blue lens
bike seats
biking shoes
head twist
smile
love of mountains
paths
wild creatures
footprints
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
20 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: authenticate, bikeseats, biking shoes, bluelens, footprints, head twist, helmets, know them by their dna, love of mountains, paths, smile, wild creatures
know them by their dna
helmets
blue lens
bike seats
biking shoes
head twist
smile
love of mountains
paths
wild creatures
footprints
12 Feb 2019 2 Comments
in Oxygen, Poetry Tags: alpha-lipoic acid, body and soul, breath well, crooked teeth ground, energized, eyelids grew puffy, home, hospital, Oxygen, selfie, smile, smiled with the oxygen, turmeric relieved swelling, wrinkles
selfie of Jeanne and her supplemental Oxygen
while in hospital
I purified myself
of alpha-lipoic acid
which eases wrinkles away
so they came around to smile.
My crooked teeth began to recede
as I ground the poor caps.
They smiled with the oxygen too;
it energized them.
Finally, my eye lids grew puffy.
Turmeric relieved the swelling.
But before I got home,
they smiled too.
My whole face
my whole body and soul
smiled with oxygen
and the ability to breath well!
23 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in grab those cheeks, Poetry Tags: eye to eye, focus eyes on reflection, grab those cheeks, hold the cheeks, smile, snuggle close, the best communication
eye to eye: the best communication
hold the cheeks
snuggle close
focus eyes on reflection
smile
19 Nov 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: cape, codfish, eels, far-thur, Fish in the Cape, lobsters, nod, potatoes too, river, smile, stew, swim Bostonian"a"
Do cod fish know they’re in Cape Cod?
Nod, at home beneath the cape?
Smile to go into the stew?
Knew they’d see potatoes too?
Do eels know they’re in Eel River?
And lobsters in the Sound?
Do they say “it’s far-thur
Than you swim?” with Bostonian “a”?
08 Feb 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: dawn, earth, midnight, minerals, moon, reflecting light, sleep, smile, stars, sunbeams
How dare the day change at Midnight!
Are we not the author of dawn?
The painter of the stars, the guardian of the moon?
Is it we who smile on earth, in sunbeams, at the dawn?
Or are we simply grains of sand reflecting light;
Grinding slowly into earth,
Its precious minerals?