Born Again

~ BORN ~

Another March I wrote a poem

of life and death and sparks anew

confirming what has long been known

of blossoms sleeping in the ashes

waiting to quicken

eager to live

to bloom

~ AGAIN ~

JoMae

3/30/19

Spring Moon

This is how last night's amazing moon popped through my living room window as I glanced up from my kindle! It's been fun to see all the glorious moon posts today.

JoMae

3/21/19

Remembering

~ REMEMBERING ~

I brush my cheek along the soft blossom of your prize geranium

the vibrant red that winters well and blooms again each year

wishing to conjure up your gentle touch upon my skin

~ its delicate bloom a fragile echo of our love ~

~JOHN~

JoMae

3/24/19

Broken

~ BROKEN ~

People speak of weeping

People speak of hurting

I am not prone to tears

I can’t tell you there is pain

yet

I know I have been broken

and must take the time to 

MEND

JoMae

3/25/19

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice
Artist: NancySpoelhof.com 

~~ VOICE ~~

I used love doing book talks

and reading poetry to children

my voice was active all the day

at home, by phone and on the go

echoing every ebb and flow of life

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Today, on my own,

I barely speak at all

my vocal  chords gone

dormant crackled, unused

I’ve counted many blessings

discovered in the ashes of a loss

silent hours to ponder and to write

time to share my voice upon a page

Last night I saw another. Alone in the quiet

with no one here to waken, I read my poems

aloud and let them speak to me again of hope

~an exercise of voice that brought sweet solace~

JoMae

3/9/19

http://www.nancyspoelhof.com/

Glimmer

~ Glimmer of a Memory ~

Anticipating Spring

I saw Spring sun pour into the living room this morning and thought of all the times John would see that as an invitation and suggest coffee by the front window.  He’d pull back the curtains, move the plant aside, bring the coffee pot and soak it in. Me. Not so much.  The chairs are not as comfortable at this small table and the sun would come and go.  I’d wonder, was it worth the extra fuss, yet would enjoy. Conversing as we always did -  the incidental talk of long lived love. A little foretaste of summer coffee on the front porch.  Enjoying the street activity - people running, walking by. The bikes. The dogs. All of us anticipating spring.

So here I am. Curtains back. Looking at the corner and yards still full of twigs, winter debris newly revealed by the just melted snow.  It’s cold again today with sun popping in and out - not much, not enough to warm, but enough to bring fond memory to the fore. Enough to put a bit of glimmer in my day.  I can almost hear him whistling in the kitchen.  

JoMae

3/16/19

Quilting New Blossoms

Quilt by Judy Spoelhof

~ Quilting New Blossoms ~

Quilting new blossoms out of old goods

a childhood garment, a maternity top

his gardening pants, a favorite tie

cut into petals to flower again

a collection of memories

to show in one glance

old years well loved

new life enhanced

JoMae

3/5/19