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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