29 Jun 2020
by jeannepoland
in contronym, Poetry
Tags: apology, bolt, bound, cleave, contronym, Daniel Stewart, dust, fast, left, mysophobia, OCD, peer, rare, sanction, single word with contradictory meanings, use a word 3x, weather

from Facebook this am
Sentences using some of these contronyms:
(Using a word 3x is supposed to imprint it on your vocabulary)
1 My daughter has mysophobia, and she’s getting a dose of it during this pandemic.
2 In my watercolors I frequently dust fine particles of color to suggest a texture.
3 The stallion bolted as soon as the bolt was secured!
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18 Nov 2016
by jeannepoland
in Guardian Angel, Poetry
Tags: cosmos, Guardian Angel, Illustrator:Nicolaj, missile with my name, sharp on the look-out, through clouds, weather, wind

illustrator:Nicolaj
.
sharp on the look-out
through clouds, wind, weather, cosmos
missile with my name
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28 Apr 2015
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: birdsong, Charles Mingus, creativity, empty thoughts too weak, from my face to Anniks's, Lao-Tsu, Luc de Claplers, luminous and spare, make the complex simple, plainness, polished core revealed, quatern, see the world, selflessness, simplicity, sky, Stanley Kunitz, translucent diadems, weather

From my face to Annika’s
2015
Quatern
Make the complex simple
awesomely simple;
that’s creativity!
translucent diadems.
Charles Mingus
Thoughts too weak:
make the complex simple;
empty them, start again:
they’re beyond cognition.
Luc de Claplers
Try for plainness
selflessness:
make the complex simple
polished core revealed.
Lao-Tsu
Birdsong, sky and weather:
luminous and spare;
look through them to see the world;
make the complex simple!
Stanley Kunitz
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08 Dec 2012
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: blue, details, orange, red, sleepy, soul, sound barrier, Southwest, weather, westward

Southwest, orange, red and blue
breaks the sound barrier of my ears.
Sings and jokes; stretches, bends
small details ’til they’re snug; no fears!
Breaks the sound barrier of my ears:
flies above 30,000 feet of clouds:
hums its path ‘bove westward planes below.
Sings and jokes; stretches, bends
in cabin’s curves: accommodate each soul:
infants, old, and broken boned.
Small details ’til they’re snug: no fears!
the weather’s fair; the night sky drops its skirts
on sleepy tired folks who land and find their rest.
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