Category Archives: Ypsilanti Poet

TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER


Day 7, NaPoWriMo.net

~

CELESTIAL PAINTING

TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER

~

The whisper is louder

moving from dreamtime

moving from the way

twilight sleeps starts

the call in the waking

~

Filling cells and senses

Live streaming through

veins and capillaries

Pumping the heart in a

yet unknown intention

~

Of blood red morphing

into colour and light

Full spectrum momentum

ready to pull the arrow head

to its intended mark

~

It takes paying attention

in this quiet space between

the worlds of remembrance

and the whisk away of

forget

~

Laying the images and story

on to the blank slate of consciousness

Letting this whisper state of being

graduate to that wider awareness

of waking up to that ‘Ah Ha’

~

Whatever guidance whispers

within twilight sleep’s call

into your dreaming ears

fills your breath with wisdom

calls your heart to ache with

the want of a new understanding

~

It is yours to remember

~~

…cc jeanne adwani

~~~

Leave a comment

Filed under a poem a day. Michigan poet, DREAMS, Geezer Girl, jeanne adwani, Jeanne Beauchamp, magic, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month, VULNERABLE SILENCE, Ypsilanti Poet

FOOLING HERSELF.


Dark-Red-Lis

day 1 NaPoWriMo

~~~

She wasn’t much for the silly.

There was no pun in her to mention.

A laugh required an awkward moment,

    maybe even a fumbled narrative about

    the courtship of humans in that messiness

    of figuring the ‘Other’ out.

~

That seemed silly to her, all that figuring

    it out, all that otherness, all that fumbling

    around for connection in the pet and grind.

The getting to know you in the stumble of

    words, lingering stares, lips that desire.

She figured that was pretty silly.

~

She figured there was no giggle in any of that

    in her stuttered awkwardness

Her hands twined around her loneliness

Wishing the yearning would dissolve

   out of her heart’s hungry want.

Where was the silly in any of that?

~

She tried to look away

She tried to feel away

She tried to let invisibility

    be the friend it never had been

How ridiculous that would be

    to be seen now, to be in the messy

~

To let the foolishness of lonely,

   of desire, ravage at her singularity

Breaking the resolve that Love was

   a silly thing, a confusing thing, a

   fraught and chaotic thing.

She wasn’t that kind of Fool.

~

The kiss changed all that.

4 Comments

Filed under FOOL, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month, Ypsilanti Poet


23 Dec. 2017

Todays blog includes a friend/author of mine, with the pseudo name, A.M. Salt.  We will be sharing my blog for the next month or so.  Enjoy our different styles, our different ways we find ourselves calling up the words that feel like they need saying.

snow ponies

WHAT WE IMAGED

EMPTY PRESENCE

Vast is the presence of the infinite
Empty in the unknown
Spacious beyond comprehension

Waiting for a message
Fingertips poised for the tap
The mundane gathers the call

Waiting for the whisper of a gift
Feeling the sureness of words
That the cosmos will deliver

Hard is the buzz of the amour stink bug
In the immediacy of the invite
Hidden in the folds of the curtains

The winged buzz threatens a landing
Breaking into Empty presence
A thief of the silent waiting.

Hands and arms flapping it away
Utterances of unkindnesses
Knowing the creepy feel of that crawl

The awareness now seeks to awaken
This traveler that meets the intrusion
with resistance and a curse

What say you armored bug?
Gift me with your presences
Share the vastness of this Now

I give you freedom in winter chill
As the last bit of life of you
Speaks to the One Heart

In the Empty presence of
The vastness that is in All
Wisdom is in everything

Jeanne Adwani

* * * * * * * *

If I ever forget
the trout that rose
behind the biggest stone
in the middle of the stream
near Whitefish
the year that just my Mother and I
went to fish camp

Remind me, would you?

Its snout surfaced
to take a Blue Olive
drifted just so over the top of the rock
and spilled into the eddying pool.
Remind me how the orange maples’
reflection shone on its back.

A.M. Salt

Leave a comment

Filed under a poem a day. Michigan poet, a sacred life, jeanne adwani, Jeanne Beauchamp, MICHIGAN POET, NATURE, Uncategorized, Winter poem, YPSILANTI MICHIGAN, Ypsilanti Poet

Foolish Reflects


A 30 day poem about The Fool’s journey.  Can I do it?  Stay with me an see.  Feel free to give suggestions what Foolish might do or Not.

GERMANY 130 This picture is when I was in Germany.  I was in a ‘crypt’.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do this.  It’s as close to a park bench of a picture I have.

~

A Fools Journey. 2 April 2017

Weary go the Days unattended
In the drone of beige and shadow
Eyes open, eyes shut to the ticktock
In the ‘it-doesn’t-matter-anyway’
A heart yearning for all that matters.
In a sunrise of possibilities
Purpose caves to the drab of sameness
~
Is not a Fool known to tend the fire
of surprise in the unexpected?
To poke at the skin of life ?
Leap into the known unknown?
Tumble the Joyless in to laughter?
Inspire the disheartened to wake up?
Jump into the void?
Embrace the untouchable?
Splay open the day in sudden abandon?
Show the way to foolish rapture?
~
Foolish lays on the park bench
While Spring dances on her frown
And Sun fires her closed eyes
She inhales at the edges
of the crumbles of her fate
That is no Fate at all for the fearless
She takes in the loss of her Way
That like fate is no good way at all.

Copyright, Jeanne Adwani.   2017

Leave a comment

Filed under a poem a day. Michigan poet, MICHIGAN POET, NAPOWRIMO, national poetry month, Uncategorized, Ypsilanti Poet

FRIENDS WITH YOUR DEVIL


DSCN0028

Devils sleep in your dream bed

They mostly abide in Story’s head

Around and around the tale does go

When they tempt and tease at life’s flow

Avoid the under tow

~

Waking, you wonder the truth of it all

These dreams of said devils, an angel’s fall

Once pure and white, at heaven’s pearly gate

To Hades tis said you go in flames and wait

You can break that date

~

Depends where beliefs fill your minds

Depends where fear holds and abides

Depends if these devils have a hold on you

Peel fear away and you get to choose

Don’t be misused

~

There is no telling you what to believe

When we all want to live, love, and receive

Seven Billion strong on a floating orb

Where power and greed hunger for more

Have love at your core

~

“Devil be gone” a cry from within

You believe you deserve punishment for sin

Love has not left you, you are Spirit’s child

Awaken to Love you are not exiled

Sit with peace awhile

~

Leave a comment

Filed under A Pilgrams Journey, a sacred life, jeanne adwani, Jeanne Beauchamp, MICHIGAN POET, Resurrection, the craft of writing., Ypsilanti Poet

Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

clone2

It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

~

The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

~

Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

~

Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

~

It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

~

Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

Leave a comment

Filed under BETRAYAL, jill badonsky prompt, Love's lament, MICHIGAN POET, Resurrection, the craft of writing., WRITER'S PROMPT, Ypsilanti Poet

LIFE ON EARTH


The stirring of the world around me in the rising of Spring’s renewal , and  the intense enveloping of the political world, give me a clear view of the duality that I rest in every day.   There is no avoiding either.    Better to settle into the greening and the thunder, then to let the angry righteousness of people fill me with fear and victimization.

Give me Earth’s Wisdoms, however it chooses to unfold.

IMG_2007

                                                           Forget Me Nots

~

Rise up to the Great Awakening

Out there is the Kingdom of God

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

~

Out there is the Kingdom of God

Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

~

Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

~

Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

~

Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

~

It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

~

Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

~

Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

Gratitude is ever present in an open heart

~

Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Gratitude is ever present in an Open heart

Rise up to the Great Awakening

Leave a comment

Filed under BE HERE NOW, be the peace you wish to see, DUALITY, EARTH WISDOM, GRATITUDE, ILLUMINATION, MICHIGAN POET, NATURE, pantoum, Resurrection, SPRING, THE REVOLUTION OF LOVE, Ypsilanti Poet