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THERE IS NO NORMAL


Make mention of the new normal
Thinking that there ever really has been
A normal

A relativity decided by whomever is talking
from the lens of their perspective
we're all talking

LIfe's axis is making a big shift
A quantum move, a flow with or not
You decide how you will shift

Never think that Mother Earth will Not win
Her lung power far surpasses all of us combined
What's essential will win

There is NO normal in any of our days
We made up what we thought we needed
Illusions made safe our days  

What is the essential left when all is surrendered?
Habitualized rituals laid waste to what was
And our very breath is surrendered

~ copyright. jeanne adwani





 



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The Breath of Us


day 4... napowrimo.net.  

A pantoum 

We are having the very breath of us taken from us
Then, the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater

Then the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us

It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day 
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her

We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day
Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the all around
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out

Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the All around
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out
We are having the very breath of us taken from us.

~~~~~. copyright. jeanne adwani

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Charting the Heart


Today’s prompt from napowrimo.net is to select 10 random words and then add 3-4 words that rhyme with them and make up a poem… I took a photo of what the mess I created looks like… Gives you an idea of how it went.

There is a course to chart with the heart
It can start from any need that rises in the seed
of love's demand as you reach out your hands
making a new history from this complicated mystery

Ask permission for a hug respect the little shrug
No need to have the rug pulled out from under you
Respecting the Land that is of other is not in your command
Armadillos are not soft cloud billows to wrap around

There is no need to shove, offer the peace of the dove
Read the body's message of love come hither 
Luminescent Alchemy, roots out any blasphemy
Death's casket waits in the line of your mortality

copyrights. jeanne adwani. 3 april 2020

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When Pigs Fly on Joy Rd.


Day 2 napowrimo

I’m following a prompt given… writing about a specific place. I take this road a lot cause I love the scenery and Heck, it is called Joy Rd. after all.

It’s just up Prospect St.

Three smooth miles of road

Take a left on the dirt of Joy

Kitty corner from the Sheriff station

Feel the car’s tires hit every

Pitted pothole, and rutted out puddle

With the kinda rattle that shimmies

Those girl parts with a little thrill

Travels fast to the top of the head

And in repeat

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You slow a little cause a rough

country road will tell you too

even when the raw edge of pleasure

tells you something else altogether

Your car will be better off for it

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Winter strips down nature

Let’s you see through into the austere

gnarled foliage of how people

living in the country build their

domains away from the others

Tucked into the pines and the oaks

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Maybe have a horse or two

Gather eggs from the chickens

Grow a field of life sustaining food

Fenced in their cloistered lives cause

They can out here on Joy Rd.

And I can slow drive for the thirtieth time

celebrating and breathing in a little country

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Taking in all the something specials

A little Joy ride for a few miles

Bumping and nearly grinding along

Depending on the season

Depending on the mood rising

Depending on if you want to take

aback road to your destination

I always do.

`

I know that in a couple miles

of slow driving, and being a nosy posy

Looking for treasure on the side of this

winter battled dirt road,

There she stands

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Lonely, beaten down over a few generations

Of living all countrified and productive

Now sitting on the edge of herself

paint pealing, boarded-up windowed

Porch trashed, roof leaking empty farm house

A barren womb of prosperity abandoned

`

The seasons have had their way with her emptiness

In their freeze and fire that weathered away at

how she once thrived and life filled Her.

Nature will feed on and take Her back to Herself

This Mother is a great Re-purposer when it comes to her own.

It’s how she loves her lost children

`

We face each other, lingering in silence

This ageless beauty sits with all her scars

Her brokenness, her abandoned safety

Her dying shell ever so slowing melding

back into the Earth mother that wants her

`

The austerity of Winter’s breath hangs

between us.

An old/new  sign sways on the fence

Maybe the last to tell her story

“Flying Pig Farm”

she flew that coup long ago.

`

copyright 2020, jeanne adwani

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The Meaning of These Days


 

The Meaning of These Days.      NaPoWriMo.  Day 1

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There is meaning to these days

that drift by in the quiet sequester

of the unknown in each moments breath

Listening to the invitation from Spring rising

in her gay green garment, pushing through the impossible

 hard cold earth that splits her cracks open for the birth push

For a small sprout to give her face to the Sun, feel the rain’s nurture

sway in the wind’s welcome

 

There is meaning to these days

that have us held to quarantine, to ‘shelter’

on behalf for the great well being of All

Settling into the quiet, the silence, the

slow down from the better-stay-busy’s

illusion of true purpose when all around us

what was once normal, standard, ‘the way

of things’, holds us all to the unknown of

everything.

What were rituals and daily bread

Turn upside down

What were the purposeful doings of making a living

Shut down

What held us to a monetary system of illusive security

Closed down

What ways to fight a dis-ease that has no cure we

Hunker down

Become the quiet and the stillness

is Earth’s invitation

in a shifting pattern, 

a readjustment, 

a new calibration of life, 

desperate to renew us all, 

to rebirth a New Earth

To be still and contemplate  

To listen to the all around and within

Earth wisdom is the meaning of these days

We can make meaning of these days

 

~~~~.   copyright, jeanne adwani.

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IMPOSSIBLE MAGNIFICENCE


30 April 2019

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LIFE FORCE

This last Poem for the month of NaPoWriMo (30 poems in 30 days, of which I completed) is inspired by a Jill Badonsky prompt.  

“ What impossible magnificence do you wish to grow up to be?”

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Magnificences is the healing calm of my breath

With the sure swift shift of fear to peace with my smile

I grow into that knowing, more like a remembrance

Of an ancient time when breath and smiles were the sooth

The gentle balm that floats and flows over us all in joy

A sweet exhale and the glisten of those pearly whites give ease

Give a shivering giggle that is caught on the wind

And is carried on the breath of everyone.

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WHAT WONDER IS THAT?


27 April 2019

ALICE

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Wonder has magic in it 

That mystery of not yet knowing

In the wide eyed, bright eyed

Mischief that lives in the question

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Of Wonder why, wonder how

Wonder when, wonder what

In the living day lights is That

Glitch in the fabric of the Universe

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That shimmering, quivering

Anomaly of patterns you thought

Could not possibly shape shift

Into a new paradigm

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The check list of what is, isn’t

What isn’t, is, and then nothing

You feel into the ‘all fucked-up-ness’

And wonder, what will happen next

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Or is the deceive of your eyes, 

The betrayal of your mind

The crack in your wanting heart

Leading you down Alice’s hole

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There will be dinner with The Rabbit

And that Queen with no Heart

Will march you more deeply into

The fantasy cause she wondered

You into Being

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CC  jeanne adwani

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