Submissions by jemac
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am on a journey… with my work, my explorations, and a few sad stories. I travel with a suitcase full of outrageous blessings. I am on a quest for truth, beauty and quiet joy. I am an artist, a writer, an explorer. ~unknown~
dendrolatry
she has not been moved
recently by the curve of her pen
it rests stagnant in the bowl
of mystic dewy ink
hiding in a drawer that
refuses to open its gallery
of words
her paper rests
unwillingly vacant and alone
perhaps words weren't necessary
small piercings emerged
punctuated by color
her ink became threads
translating her thoughts
into image
needle working it's way through
the tangle of words
becoming branches
slowly intertwining
into another art form ...
recently by the curve of her pen
it rests stagnant in the bowl
of mystic dewy ink
hiding in a drawer that
refuses to open its gallery
of words
her paper rests
unwillingly vacant and alone
perhaps words weren't necessary
small piercings emerged
punctuated by color
her ink became threads
translating her thoughts
into image
needle working it's way through
the tangle of words
becoming branches
slowly intertwining
into another art form ...
#art
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #nature
#MyInspiration #nature
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5 Comments
move like water
aquamarine waves
tremble against roaring shore
white shells shine like stars
tremble against roaring shore
white shells shine like stars
#beach
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#nature
#water
186 reads
8 Comments
Frida
she weeps in flowers
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
#flowers
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#admiration
189 reads
10 Comments
Haiku
sun slowly sets blush
wind and earth spinning in time
universal dance
wind and earth spinning in time
universal dance
#love
#nature
#peace #LifeAsAWriter
#peace #LifeAsAWriter
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Letters unsent
My dearest M ~
she has tried to write you
so many love letters
since you departed
from this realm
leaving her with ghostly midnight wanderings
under a full moon
hoping to see your shadow
tall in the high light
capturing you dancing
gracefully among the trees
while she sings, "one way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya
one way or another ..."
how she blew you away with
her Blondie impersonation
how she would give anything
to see you smile and...
she has tried to write you
so many love letters
since you departed
from this realm
leaving her with ghostly midnight wanderings
under a full moon
hoping to see your shadow
tall in the high light
capturing you dancing
gracefully among the trees
while she sings, "one way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya
one way or another ..."
how she blew you away with
her Blondie impersonation
how she would give anything
to see you smile and...
#relationships
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
214 reads
5 Comments
white picket fences are a lie
when you are five
there are so many things
you don't understand
your mom weeps daily
tears seem to never end
comfort is not wanted
in the kitchen
she mumbles to herself
hands deep in sudsy water
bubbles popping
against fragile skin
she turns briskly
to the form in the corner
where this small child watches quietly
she hisses like a cat
"i hate you!"
briskly her dad enters
trying to offer assistance
to explain away such an attack
what your mom means to...
there are so many things
you don't understand
your mom weeps daily
tears seem to never end
comfort is not wanted
in the kitchen
she mumbles to herself
hands deep in sudsy water
bubbles popping
against fragile skin
she turns briskly
to the form in the corner
where this small child watches quietly
she hisses like a cat
"i hate you!"
briskly her dad enters
trying to offer assistance
to explain away such an attack
what your mom means to...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#CallToAction
#disappointment
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The Dinner Table
when I was quite young
we moved from a very tiny home
to a larger home
that had real rooms
not closets pretending
to be rooms
my mom loved
this new home
she took great care
in making it cozy
she was pregnant
and larger
the need for space
was very real
we didn't have a lot
but, we had a dining room
that needed a commanding table
a place to eat of course
but also a command central
where all great things could be discussed
and contemplated
my dad found ...
we moved from a very tiny home
to a larger home
that had real rooms
not closets pretending
to be rooms
my mom loved
this new home
she took great care
in making it cozy
she was pregnant
and larger
the need for space
was very real
we didn't have a lot
but, we had a dining room
that needed a commanding table
a place to eat of course
but also a command central
where all great things could be discussed
and contemplated
my dad found ...
#family
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When we were young ...
she was studying photography
her time away from work
spent taking photos of
whatever caught her eye
you were busy
in the summer sun
mowing too deep grass
trimming dead branches
sun hitting skin
gathering warmth
how she loved you then
in those simple moments
just watching you
in your daily
you were not one
to smile easily
but you did then
when you saw her studying you
in the shadow and the light
her tripod was already set up
she asked for just a minute...
her time away from work
spent taking photos of
whatever caught her eye
you were busy
in the summer sun
mowing too deep grass
trimming dead branches
sun hitting skin
gathering warmth
how she loved you then
in those simple moments
just watching you
in your daily
you were not one
to smile easily
but you did then
when you saw her studying you
in the shadow and the light
her tripod was already set up
she asked for just a minute...
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
204 reads
6 Comments
Shrooms
she sat on
soft green cloud
where the smallest creatures
gathered around
sneaking over the bareness
of her skin
ladybugs and ants
bees flew overhead
offering their own song
of summer abuzz
butterflies gliding silently
on majestic wings
magic carpets kissing
azure sky
searching for cool
they gather under
nature's umbrella
mushroom
offering a canopy
of sweet relief
soft green cloud
where the smallest creatures
gathered around
sneaking over the bareness
of her skin
ladybugs and ants
bees flew overhead
offering their own song
of summer abuzz
butterflies gliding silently
on majestic wings
magic carpets kissing
azure sky
searching for cool
they gather under
nature's umbrella
mushroom
offering a canopy
of sweet relief
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
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you said you loved me
not sure how
this works
any of it
life just leaves
me wanting
purity in situations
is nothing sacred?
spilling words
on flesh
where run off
is heavier
than a river
that takes you to moments
before your time
with others that mean nothing
to you
but to them
it still means something
before you
time was spent
however they wanted
now?
are you bored?
is this not enough for you?
am I not enough
time is effort
no?
she doesn't...
this works
any of it
life just leaves
me wanting
purity in situations
is nothing sacred?
spilling words
on flesh
where run off
is heavier
than a river
that takes you to moments
before your time
with others that mean nothing
to you
but to them
it still means something
before you
time was spent
however they wanted
now?
are you bored?
is this not enough for you?
am I not enough
time is effort
no?
she doesn't...
#love
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
352 reads
12 Comments
whisperer
she doesn't share much
quiet is her truest form
silence is golden
quiet is her truest form
silence is golden
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
239 reads
9 Comments
Cleaning 101
when I was five my mom knew
I loved my dad's grand piano
I had gotten a gift from my great grandma
a big container of pink rose powder
with a dusting poof
for after a bath
my mom asked if I'd like to "dust" my dad's piano
I said, "Oh Yes!"
so, while she was busy in the kitchen
I dusted my dad's entire piano
in Rose powder
let's just say
I never got asked to help again. her idea of dust and mine were VERY different.
I loved my dad's grand piano
I had gotten a gift from my great grandma
a big container of pink rose powder
with a dusting poof
for after a bath
my mom asked if I'd like to "dust" my dad's piano
I said, "Oh Yes!"
so, while she was busy in the kitchen
I dusted my dad's entire piano
in Rose powder
let's just say
I never got asked to help again. her idea of dust and mine were VERY different.
#childhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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