There are some things,
That just cannot be fenced…


©jan leree 2012

It was bright as day,
though he appeared to walk along,
dancing with his own shadow ...
lonely in the night.

(c) jan leree 2012
  This is original Design and Color ... no photoshop enhancing. Enjoy!

Where in the world,
can I shop,
to find clothes
... made by this Designer?

(c) jan leree 2012
Sometimes it seems like there are so many rules that separate us, that we almost feel the only alternative is to isolate.

 No Soliciting.
No Waving.
No Singing.
No Talking.
No Listening.
... No Reaching.
No Speaking.
No Being.

How many rules,
Are we going to tolerate?
How long before justifiable,
Becomes isolate?

© jan leree 2012
So if even the spiders
are given an oasis …
Is this just reason to trust
that our needs will be met,
on this basis?

© jan leree open poetry, llc 2012
  Shelter me Lord:
4:29 a.m.
Trying to hear You.
Trying to know You by heart and by Name.
Trying to open my eyes to You
... and feel no shame.
The shades of You.
When I walk into a room
or place where You have been
My world turns from black and white to color.
I shudder.
I seek Your cover.
I seek to know You,
to find shelter under Your hover.
Hold me to You.
Hold me to You.
Hold Us in view.
Hold my feet on the steps marked, “We”.
Hold my feet on stones, tenderly.
The 4:51 bell rings in my mind silently.
I feel Your presence about me.
You surrounded me even when the clock struck three.
You entwined me –
before I was able to sleep.
There is something about You,
that just won’t keep.
That I feel but am yet able to reap.
Sleep, sweet sleep.
Wrap Your arms around me –
In the desert that lies between us.
Wrap Your arms around me.
Call me Your oasis.
Float me up river to You.
You are my oasis…
Let me live on the banks of Your basis.
You hold me safe from time’s bomb.
You are my rhythm.
You are my song.
Shelter me, Lord,
in Your ribbons and trestles,
in the freedom of Your arms.

© jan leree open poetry, LLC 2012
Sometimes I wonder if the speed of thought is faster than the speed of light or the speed of anything.  I have to tell myself, often and then some ... slow down... even tell myself to breathe sometimes.

Take time, in the lap of your Maker:

Solitude of sound.
Solitude of mind.
Going off the tube.
... Going off latitude.
Going off road –
to simplitude and fortitude.
Lead me tracking back to You.
Lead me attracted to Your point of view.
My neck hurts.
My everything hurts.
My numbness even hurts.
Bring me back to You.
I need to be glue.
I am completely unglued.
God, You know it. You do.
Bring me back to You.

©2012 jan leree
The more bent the tree…
The more raving beauty,
I see.
©2012 jan leree

Sometimes, in the process of my grieving ...
 I am racing with thoughts and words ...
explanations and verbs ...
when my ranting stops ...
I slow to heal.

Reflection:  Will I ever stop talking?

The words roll
Like brush strokes …
Fast ->->-> then slow.

The words dip
Like sliding down~~~~\
Into a bank of snow.

The words boil
Like ice
On hot pavement
or on steam baked tin foil

The words heal
Long after I stop talking,
To recoil…

©2012 jan leree

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    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:


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