As it is done.
Shelter me in the morning,
As it is born.
Shelter me in the carving of your land.
... Shelter me,
In the cleaving of your hands.
© jan leree 2012
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Shelter me in the day
As it is done. Shelter me in the morning, As it is born. Shelter me in the carving of your land. ... Shelter me, In the cleaving of your hands. © jan leree 2012
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He winds down,
Calling it the end of the day … Hours before the moon … While I am still ready to play … His soul Is time zones ahead of mine … Mine comes along, with the spice and seasoning of time. He forges into tomorrow … While I am still lingering in the lessons of today. My love and I … Worlds apart, yet … We may be closer than we’ve ever been. © jan leree 2012 This is dedicated to military wives, attorneys wives, the wives of those who serve in ministry of any kind, policemen's wives ...
Is this the last moon … Til she sees her lover again … Or will there be six more … ... ‘til he comes through that half hinged door? What is it, This fairy tale, that she longs for? What she has, and clings to, is the memory of his shadow, on her floor. Is this the last moon … ‘til she sees her lover again … Only love knows … Only through Love’s Maker, the cry of her soul, can win. © jan leree 2012 Tie your ribbons through her hair ...
Let her feel your presence, n’er to roam... Let her know you are there ... You are near ... you are nearing home. © jan leree 2012 There must have been 30 to 40 sailboats that passed by this afternoon and these two stay to do a dance ... It was a beautiful hour on the Columbia.
They sailed in trance As in lovers’ dance © jan leree 2012 The Thing About Love,
... Sometimes, it just takes your breath away! Echo: a thousand paintbrushes, dipped in ten thousand hues, waving in the winding rushes. A hundred soft and summer breezes, sighing verdant willow trees, songs of unnumbered muse, here is where the lover pleases (c)Guest Poet: Timo Antero Onjukka 2012 Second Echo: a thousand paintbrushes cannot paint ... a thousand winds cannot breeze my face ... a hundred willows cannot dance ... the way the loved lover entrances and shoe laces. (c) jan leree 2012 You left the light on,
You held out, through your rivers of tears. You remembered my name, After all these years … © jan leree 2012 Echo: Even though it has been many years and rivers of tears since last your lips formed my name, your heart never forgot... (c)Guest Poet: Timo Antero Onjukka 2012 When I walked past the red chair …
I totally knew, that you had been there … The scent of your skin, Remained in the air. ... I looked and looked … But all I could do, Was whisper a prayer. © jan leree 2012 Echo: shhh, the willows and the pines are kneeling in the spring air, echoing your silent prayer along horizoned mountain lines. Guest Poet: (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012 If the trees can pause to kneel ... Then surely, I can hold myself, in the memory of your scent ... wait for the mourning... and be still. (c) jan leree 2012 ...a bier in the morning, and i'm mourning, dear (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012 This photo is evidence,
that I was there. There is my DNA, on this chair. Evidence is lacking to know, ... were you there ... or did I just imagine it so? (c) jan leree 2012 |
AuthorMy 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: janlereewhidden@gmail.com Archives
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