The form of this Poem is a Triolet. See if you can see and feel it's rhythm. It is a prompt from the NaPoWriMo.net website. It goes likes this. ~~ THE SHELTERING BREATH Nestled into the sheltering breath Of how the days find rest in each other In the alone shallow of the hardness of death Nestled into the sheltering breath Of warp and weave on life's eternal weft In remembrance of the being held by other Nestled into the sheltering breath Of how the days find rest in each other copyright. jeanne Adwani
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The Sheltering Breath
Filed under jeanne adwani, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month, TRIOLET
What are we slipping into
Days slip into each other
Like they are liquid, viscus
Even a little rubbery, stretchy
We presumed them to be different
Because the calendar says that's so
Only.
Days keep slipping into each other
A strive to make them different
make them defined from what was yesterdays
breakfast, a different route for that
dog walk, shift feeding the animals first
making coffee the priority, showering in
the afternoon instead of after morning chores
Connecting with friends in the middle of
the day, sitting around in wonder of this
time that has no time stamp.
Because
These days, they keep slipping into forgetting
Slipping away from the predictable
Slipping away from the rituals,
Slipping away from the define productivity
of the familiar that now must flow into change
We
Are Slipping from the ways that demand that of us
Not because it's a slippery slope or that
we might slip on our asses and make us the fool
No, this slip and slide routine is the order of
these new days, a pandemic reprograming to release
the old, the uselessness, the unimportant habits that
Must
Be slipped into like a tight woven chrysalis
So that when we melt, dissolve from our old self
we morph into our new self resolved, renewed
We push, we crack, we hurt, we scream, we weep
and are re-birthed in a new paradigm of renewal
We slip into the arms of this unknown and
become fully realized in the only Truth
Love
copyright. jeanne adwani
A Conspiritutorial
Conspiracy is an abundant playground Endlessly resourced in cursory checks and deep dives into a plethora of Global storytelling and galactic superlatives Full of truths and fictions quivering to fill the belly of our hungry need to know, to find, to be assured that something, anything might make sense out of the senseless Isn't it all a tease at our sensibilities? Every bit of complaint and justifiable a wiggling finger at our ridiculousness, at our flagrant act of exaggeration gone rogue Maybe at our simple desire to find a normal in the clearly 'who the hell knows that anyway" You're making it up as you go along aren't you? You're creative like that in the 8 Billion of us Making it up as the filters to your thinking stretch and contract like water to ice And then it all melts to a puddle at your feet And what does it all matter anyway what your mind conspires to when all around us is a puddle that Is now an ocean and so many are drowning? Drowning in the Storylines that hold us ransom to partial truths and late night boozing. Tossed into a murky sea of fake news and questionable fact finding that someone can not wait to tag you in FaceBook perfect and you're it, I promise Gather you to the bosom of their brilliance Offer you the cult tee-shirt and the promise that you are part of absolute clarity supremely You gave your Sovereignty away for what price? Conspiracy . . . Sign me up please and thank you COPyright. jeanne adwani
The Chalice
Do you pour yourself into a cup, a pool, an ocean
Do you pour yourself into a bowl, a pond, a sea
Do you dive deep, swim the shallows, go float
Do you go in dressed up, or go in naked
Is there a nature to how you enter in
The way life pulls at your breath
The way you decided to do life
Can you breathe under-
water
~~~~~
What
suffi
cates
your
Being
~~~~
Stillness
won't drown you
There are messages in the
Vast waterway of your Being-ness
*
Drink from the Chalice of your soul
Copyright... jeanne adwani.
Filed under Ace of Cups, CHALICE, jeanne adwani, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month
A REMEMBRANCE
I had no good byes for you just your name on my altar
Our reckoning happened long ago with so much pain
It was a hard forgiveness in the way-back-then
That came easy once my heart gave to that spaciousness
And compassion paid my soul a visit asking for everything
There could be nothing less than that full surrender
Nothing less that a complete turn to Love no matter what
I leaned fully into those tender arms of absolution
Betraying expectations desire to have to have it returned
To have to make an equal exchange of emotional fairness
Covered with all Sunny sparkle and pop-up love emojis
I did it for me on behalf of a deeper love that rose
in the giving, in the let go, in the instant of full clarity
Like the Sun came and burned my insides clean of that hurt
An unexpected Phoenix rising from the death of a long ago
Child wound dissolving away in the ocean of my heart
That vastness makes me quake and wonder of this truth
Beating gently in the center of my chest, a steady pulse
A'Yes' set free in the never have to go around again
I will alway remember you. You were my first paradox
Rest in peace
copyright. jeanne adwani
Filed under DEATH AND LOSS, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month
QUIET
In the quiet is when I hear myself
The steady beat of my heart
the echo crackling pulse in my ear
The questions my skin asks of me
like...
When will you rub cream on me?
Why haven't you let me feel the wind today?
I hear the Sun calling to me
Will you take your face to greet him?
The quiet doesn't sneak up on me
She doesn't really do anything overt
Or show any change in her weather
She is simply define by a lack of noise
By the clarity of the air
The ripening freshness
As green returns to the once Wintered land
Quiet doesn't claim any particular season
There isn't one element or another
That she aligns herself with
There is no vitriol to her presence
No pressing want of need given or asked for
She doesn't make any demands of any kind
She simply is.
When all the busy, all the over achieving
All the doing, the placating, the perfecting
the absoluting, the info gathering, and chatter
Stops
Quiet arrives in her not-very-fancy attire
She's really quite naked, vulnerable
Unimpressive might be what some think
As she seems small and lacking in personality
With nothing at all to say. Not a word
Not a thought, emptiness, a void
That's when I know she's here
In the stillness, the silence
Sitting next to me, in me
Quiet is the most tender part
of my heart, a deep well of waiting
Every answer I ever needed to know
arrives in her eternal presence.
copyright. jeanne adwani
Filed under MICHIGAN POET, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month, Silence, YPSILANTI MICHIGAN
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
Filed under COVID19, EARTH CHANGES, MICHIGAN POET, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month
