first each corner in our home
was filled, large as it was
then, as kids moved on
he lined one room with
shelves and cupboards
designed to hold my
growing book collection
and writing projects
~ A Room Of My Very Own ~
JoMae
3/10/23
Thoughts and memories of a retired word lover
first each corner in our home
was filled, large as it was
then, as kids moved on
he lined one room with
shelves and cupboards
designed to hold my
growing book collection
and writing projects
~ A Room Of My Very Own ~
JoMae
3/10/23
~ Looking Back ~
a glance over my shoulder
reveals in the distance a
world that is gone now
yet ever exists
the core of my being
the roots of my present
my entire life journey forms
rich soil for blossoming
New Joy in Old Age
JoMae
3/4/23
~ Snow Reflection ~
The world seems oddly lit tonight as if
the moon - so full and bright last night
hanging high in a clear cloudless sky
as if that brilliant orb’s determination
is to beam through the heavy gray
clouds blocking it tonight following
today’s storm which painted every
surface white again after the melt
of yesterday. I view it all through
ice coated windows as snow still
falls, swirls around a frozen scene
a winter wonderland which plans
to grow over the weekend with
even more snow on the way
JoMae
3/10/23
~ March Snow ~
Snow. I know. It’s March
t’will soon be Spring
yet snow is falling
heavily and fast
burying green
grass, blowing
sticking onto
every limb
each twig
encasing
everything
But it’s not meant to last
It’s March! t’will soon be Spring!
JoMae
3/10/23
A quick sketch this morning on settling in - Enjoy!
~ Sunroom ~
On bright mornings it’s my
sunroom other days, my parlor
the sweet small second bedroom
I’ve turned into a den has fast
become my favorite spot
to write and ponder in
to curl up with a book
and dream
In my new surroundings
I steadily discover
day by day at
work or play
unexpected
sunny rays
delivering
new joy!
~ Thanks Be To Godde ~
JoMae
3/9/23
~ Solo Flight ~
- becoming a singular solitary soul
In my recovery from death, the death of my beloved partner, soulmate, the other half of our duet, I've become a singular solitary soul.
I've always cherished solitude, even selfishly indulged in it from time to time, yet John's final gift in dying was wrapped in endless quiet time alone. Painful - as is any birthing to a new dimension - it soon embraced me with long hours to learn to know my new identity.
No longer we, I suddenly was only me. One voice. No longer the beautiful give and take of a happily coupled life. In time I've morphed again from 'only me" to becoming more fully me. Still rooted in the life we had together, to branch out, blossom; to hone my solo voice and sing with joy.
We died as couple, yet live on
In thought and memory
Losing and gaining
Living and dying
Dying to live
Thanks be to Godde
JoMae
3/3/23
~ Snow Melt ~
Sitting in a favorite chair
staring through the window
at heavy, glistening drops of
snowmelt cascading from the
roof - shining in bright sunlight
Window Prisms
seen as a sparkling promise:
Spring is just around the bend!
In the distance, treetops sway
assisted by these icy winds of March
today’s bright sun can melt the snow away
and soon it will be warm and green again
JoMae
3/7/23
Morning Musing - Enjoy
There is a certain kind of magic
in the writing, in the reading
a certain kind of magic
tucked between the lines
A poem read from long ago and far away
can carry echoes of a fond rendezvous
of youth or hints of yearnings floating
just beneath the heart in wonder
Words to remind of love now lost
to gently revive the memory of
what it felt like to be another’s
special heart. Another’s One
JoMae
9/16/21
when your old identity has died
small gifts will eventually appear
floating on the wake of fear
each unsought gift
an invitation to a smile
to try new ways of doing
a new manner of being
a fresh new identity
for a newly minted you
JoMae
4/9/21
another year older
another day deeper in
life changing encounters
adding depth & abundance
to every tomorrow as insight
increases and wisdom seeps
in through aging perception
from lifelong experience
of joys and of sorrows
gaining and losing
learning from all
JoMae
2/15/23
Dear Friends, This blog is my letter to the world whose music speaks to me in potent words of color, breeze and shade... -JoMae ...