by Janna Hill
I run into the rising sun
For hope & truth & good, I run
Through dampened clover kissed by dew
By weeping willows without a clue
O’er hills of heather and dunes of sand
Through paradise and no-man’s land
By babbling brooks and babbling men
Against the grain, against the wind
Snarled lips hiss, “It can’t be done.”
To them I whisper, “That’s why I run.”
The fountain of youth is a murky pond
Fed by deep springs of optimism
Where no one dares to swim
Doubting toes splash at the shoreline
Mouths turned down like fingernail moons
A nervous frog leaps,
Still, the ripple marks the flesh.
Above the Noise
by Janna Hill
Above the noise
I hear your voice
With an oh so mellow
Where sunbeams rain
Through nicotine stains
That remind me of your
… and I miss you.
It’s that time of year again…
And here we are–the same bat time, same bat channel as last year.
April is National Poetry Month/NPM. Whether you read my poetry or that of someone else, I only ask that you read; expand your horizons. Poetry is not only for scholars or ‘esteemed’ individuals – it is for everyone!!
In the dark of the moon with the Winter Solstice only days away…
The first frost arrived this week.
Spit forth from the infinite stars like a sneeze leaving sprinkles of sugary ice on the landscape.
The remaining blades and leafs gave way and withered at daybreak leaving nothing but the scattered evergreens to give us hope… no blooms worthy of expectancy.
However there is hardly anything more beautiful than a berry laden Juniper dotted with Cardinals; the Christmas tree with all of her ornaments pales in comparison.
Oh Christmas, we have that to look forward to – with the Santa Claus fable, the forgotten Jesus and colorful lights draped over bare limbs and the cherished red-nosed reindeer standing pretentiously on brown turf.
And New Year’s Eve – ah, the kissing; corks and fireworks detonate in unison to commemorate the failed promises yet to come. Eagerly we gorge on black-eyed peas and cabbage not earnestly expecting anything more than flatulence.
❤ Let us not forget Valentine’s Day – the heart shaped occasion when romance blossoms, proven with sentimental cards and candy and flowers; V-day — a cruel day for a lonely or broken heart; dinner date and obligatory sex.
Gaudy clumps of snow — bulky and shaped as if they had been intended for hail tumble down like chopped feathers. Alas, a reason to utilize the fireplace and marvel at the pansies.
Next week’s forecast is warm and dry. We will take it, we have no choice.
We will ride the weather-coaster, counting the birthdays of dead leaders and full moons and scattered days of sunny and seventy-five while we wait for the ides of March to come marching in.
I’m baaack and damn glad too.
I say that with a smile.
The adventure was certainly enjoyable. It was entertaining and enlightening… and what’s another word that starts with e?
Yeah! Well, that’s all screwed up. Can you say Mal de debarquement syndrome ? MDDS is a type of vertigo that [rarely] occurs after stepping off a cruise ship
Whew! It is hard to type while hanging onto (or on to) the arm of a chair — it feels like a fun-house up in here!
So as the world turns I have summed up my trip with a poem and pictures.
I love water…
and leisurely trips.
And I love being on land
more than living on ships.