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JANE? A fools journey


Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.    This is a spontaneous, on going, poem about Jane, and her Fools journey.

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Heart hand n mouth

She knew her name,
common among the abandoned
and runaway lost.
She forgot that it mattered
If it ever mattered till now
And if it had, would the memory
be candied sweetness or
layered in spikes and blades
with more of the ceaseless lonely
in this sea of other nameless
from the Lost?

The Bench ripple down her spine
A forgotten comfort, a familiar
longing, her skin flexed in
recognition, a silent welcome
followed by a far away voice
“Jane,
Jane,
Jane”
A long ago came tumbling in
with the coral sky swallowing the Sun
to the other side for that awakening.
Eyes open wide to the coming of night
Held to a singular beaming planet,
a radiant spike of light drives down
strikes her between the eyes.
Her breath taken from her
filling up on the blind of luminance
“Jane,
Jane
Jane can you hear me?”

 

copyright: jeanne Adwani

Photo: Jeanne Adwani.

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The Bench… one fools awakening


Day 3 of NaPoWriMo… my on going quest to write a poem/story, adding some made up bit every day, cause I can and it feels delightfully like a foolish thing to do.  Us Fools do like to Jump in, after all.

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The gift of the Bench… an awakening A Journey. 3 April 2017

There would be no explaining this.
Pressed deep into the wooden bench
Letting the wind tease at her edges
Letting the trickle of wet trace her cheek
Letting the smell of grass and root
weave their way passed the senseless
life so void of living, when her lungs
are filled with bird songs, her ears
held to the music of grass giggling,
and her closed eyes taking the Sun
as her lover.

There would be no explaining this
hyper sensual, elemental, out of body, and
back in again with repeat.
Laying witness to the forgotten
brought back in for remembering.
The tremble of the Universe filling her up.
Exposing the DNA of infinite connection.
Oh No…
Not in a city lost to any noticing of
the nature of this nature lost.

The hug of Verdancy, with her long
fingers and long ago memory
of a forever of Seasons changing,
wrapped tenderness around this Fool.
She fluttered in her consciousness calming
the split of her world in the abyss of clarity
Called out in a silent exhale, ‘Wake Up.”

A spell cast, a spell broken, on a park bench,
in this city of empty, on this April Fools day.
where stories of magic and earth wisdom
soaked deep into that bench wood of oak
with a thousand Foolish days that waited
for her to pause, lay down, and listen.
It had waited for Jane14.

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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.

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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
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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?
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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

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Loss Must Have All Our Tears… a pantoum


day 26…

  I dedicate this to Janine.  Sending her love and hope in this time of great sadness.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

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Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

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There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

Filling up on the gifts that love has generously given

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Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

Filling up on the gifts that loves has generously given

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

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The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

There is no telling when we will be called into the light and dark of it

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

And loss must have all our tears.

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There is no telling when we will be called into the Light and Dark of it

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

And loss must have all our tears.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

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RETURN TO EARTH’S WISDOM


day 21…

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Return to Earth’s wisdom

Listen to the message she calls you to hear

With heart centered silence, wait

The roots of the trees know your every move

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Abide gently on this surface

Take no more than what you can return

Be not a cancer that will extinct itself

Let the Spring wash you clean

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Give prayer for all this abundance

Fill up on the gratitude of Earth’s offerings

Steward the place that you live and breath on

She evolves as you do

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We are all connected

Not one small seed, or grain of sand

Is without the grace and presence

Of being here sharing this space with you

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Return to Earth’s wisdom

Breath with the wind

Walk with the roots

Let the rain purify you

Lay in the grass and listen

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FORTUNE COOKIE MAYBEs


Day 13 NaPoWriMo..  Prompt… Things you might find in a fortune cookie

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You are going to get really luck soon

You’ll have great success as a dancer

There is someone important you will meet today

Avoid the cracks of life

A white car holds the love of your life

Who said you couldn’t do What?

Listen more attentively today

A surprise awaits you at the laundry mat

Pay attention to unlikely answers

The right question will get you everything you ever wanted

Live as if this is the last day of your life

Play IT for the song

The Universe rushes to meet your intention

A message from mother is waiting for you

You already know everything you ever needed to know

To get love is to give love

You are perfect as you are

It’s time to let THAT go

Play 11, 22, 14, 65, 19

You are the reason

There is something you have forgotten that needs remembering

Nothing happens unless you make it so

Get off your sorry ass and get busy

You’re holding on to something that needs letting go of.

Quit taking it all so seriously

That thing?  Remember?  It is NOT about you

If you think it’s right it is. If you think it’s wrong you’re right

If not NOW, When?

That person… Remember?  They didn’t mean it

Never ever diet

It’s time for a road trip

Yes, you are the person you were meant to be

Stop it… NOW

Simon says,”please make a comment”

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The Scent of You


Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. 

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MIDNIGHT BLOOM, Jackie Landry

 

It doesn’t matter where you come from.

It’s that you come and waft over me

A caress across my face I find my breath

A breeze over the back of my neck

A spiral around and in front of me

Filling me up with the scent of you

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The unexpected intoxication

I dare not move but to inhale deeply

Closing my eyes as I take you in

Floral musk, an ambrosia of a time ago

Sure it is you cloaked in invisibility

A dimensional rift, a crack opened

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For a moments longing in a heady swirl

All to do is to give into the swooning high

Allow it to find the sweet settle of mystery

That reminds me that we are never separate

In these quantum layers of Being

You passing me by in the meadow of your life

Me, sitting here in this chair at the rise of my day

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I hope you inhale all me in our passing

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