Mine neither.
So come on over,
We’ll share a cup …
Talk our story …
... Rekindle our weather.
© jan leree 2012
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Is everything perfect at your house?
Mine neither. So come on over, We’ll share a cup … Talk our story … ... Rekindle our weather. © jan leree 2012
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4/23/12, Tonight's sky:
We say our good bys, and do not know for how long, sometimes, we do not know for why... She flew on Angel’s wings … ... Knowing on earth or in heaven, She would be held by them, again. © jan leree 2012 Today, I made it three steps closer,
to the stoop of home... Then, I tripped and fell. Just bring me, three steps closer home. (c)2012 jan leree Feeling of being bludgeoned
Feeling of being then abandoned Feeling of being lavished Feeling of then being trashed… Oh, my heart screams and blows out my ears… Though I’m not making a sound, Just the slipping sound of my tears. When will this grip of grief release me? What can I do, to be free? Let me stroll on an island… And only hear wings and waves in symphony. Let me stroll to the sandy, end of the knoll… Let me bare my all. Lord, leave me not… Isolated on the Scholl. Come to me in the night. Comfort me, in night, when I feel the spikes. Everyone always leaves. No one understands … What You meant when You said “cleave”. Restore me to that place … Where it doesn’t matter… Where all I see is Your face. ©2012 jan leree People, have hurt us.
People have pillaged us. And then again, We the People, are us. We the People, is me. I have probably hurt you, someone reading this. I do not want to be, that me. I ask your forgiveness. I ask your prayers... that I will plant, deep seed, only love and faithfulness. The clearest way to state this: My/ Your heart was raped. The People scattered and knocked away my/ your seeds Though I / you carried them, So tenderly… The kindest way to state this: I know these seeds, will grow… The ones thrown, disdained to the ground… No matter, through hell or relational vitriol … The seeds will be faithful. The seeds will grow. ©2012 jan leree Photo Note: Seeds growing on stone wall. On a recent Friday, my 18 year old son commented that I was way too happy ... as I was trying to physically drag him to the deck so he could see what I was seeing ...(I was on no drugs or substances at the time.) He continued to lay on the floor but said he could see what I could see... this poem and photo are a compilation of he and me... He in prostration ... me in standing ovation ... we both saw THIS...
I do not ...know What to do But to wait In complete adoration of You. I do not know What to do But to lie calmly In complete prostration to You. I do not know What to do But to bow In contemplation Waiting on restoration Submitting in complete standing ovation … To You. Be here now. So I can be there … If ever… When. ©2012 jan leree For children, loss of family through divorce, is a permanent loss. They can never return to "home". What happens when a child loses their step mom because their dad divorces and then they lose their step dad because their mom divorces? They essentially have lost the family of origin, the family of step mom's house, the family of step dad's house. This is insane loss.
He is screaming …
over the pitch of every wind… telling me how important, how important, I am to Him. He is singing … At the top of His range Through many voices… To tell me, I matter… I matter to Him. He is whispering … At the top of his lungs, Through someone close in my life… Telling me, how special I am… to Him. ©2012 jan leree |
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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