Perfect Day

Perfect Day

Clothes colored dirt

hair blown like hay

hands in the birth bed

where laboring lays,

easing and turning

crumbling and pushing

life from old life,

broken as an eggshell

by tireless pecking,

face to the wind;

a scatterer of seed

gatherer of water,

an eater of flowers

blind

to which meal

is 

the last.

~March 2015

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Challenge:...An Old Man's Fancy

Corey Rowley (Mexican Radio) asks us to visualize the perfect spring day; therefore I have forced myself not to write about anything ominous, shadowy, dark or painful, so enjoy it while you can. 

Photos copyright joyannjones 2015

Travels With John Barleycorn

Travels With John Barleycorn

A Nonsense Song

We took a trip

around the Horn

with Sweet Mary Jane

and John Barleycorn.

Some got sleep

and some got rest;

we found out who

could dance the best

under the table

and over the bed

in gold bright dark

in slippers of lead,

with arms upflung

with hair swung low,

sliding where only

the lost ones go,

with stars in our bellies,

too new to mourn

Sweet Mary Jane

and John Barleycorn.

~May 2013

 posted for   the 100th Open Link Night    at dVerse Poets
Congratulations to the Pub, and all her Patrons and Staff, past and present.

"...oh my my, oh hell yes/ you got to put on that party dress.."

Optional Musical Accompaniment

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Spring Song

Spring Song

The cat's paw is in the wave.

The mouse ship is bound for the grave.

The sailors all are sleeping.

The sailors all will sleep.

The wolf maw is in the water.

The bobbing boat is a rabbit's daughter.

The water wolves are eating.

The wolfen all will eat.

The moth's wing is unfolding the sun.

The pink in the flower has barely begun.

The irises are singing.

The iris all will sing.

The heart's spring is in the meadow,

the harvesting will surely follow

what sowers all are bringing,

what lovers all will bring.

~May 2013

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Open Link Monday

Process Notes: Yes, I read myself to sleep with Yeats last night.

Image: Irises, by Vincent Van Gogh, 1889

Public domain.

Poem In May

Poem In May 

Just 

 the other side of dark

a red-locket hummingbird

is starting his motor.

Arachne sorts her silks,

 browning seeds

of  maple spiral home

syrup slow from the dance,

slipping in to sleep

debauched in the grass.

Blackbirds

 murmur a waterfall,

five petals glow

'round a golden heart,

open,

 fluttering

just the other side 

of dark.

~May 2013





55 iridescent feathers for   the g-man

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