ABC’s of Jay’s Morning

Abandoned, blue, crushed, drear.
I felt it this morning when I woke up. First thing, the tears started.
Embarassed, foolish, gloomy, hopeless.
But it wouldn’t stay that way for too long. Something had to change.
Irresolute, jumpy, kicked, lonely.
We prayed and then I felt something different.
Mercies, new, openness, peace.
The peace which passes understanding, my friends.
Quiet, rest, smiles, thankful.
Full of thanks [...]

Just One Tonight

One more from my book at Dailylit.com . I get three posts per week  and I’m just loving it. The rhythym of this one captivated me.
 THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
“The Owl and the Pussy-Cat,” by Edward Lear (1812-88), is placed here
because I once found that a timid child was much strengthened and
developed by learning it. [...]

Two Poems

I’ve recently begun a new book at DailyLit. It’s called Poems Every Child Should Know, by various authors. I’ve selected two to share tonight:
 THE BABY.
I found “The Baby” in Stedman’s “Anthology.” It is placed in this
volume by permission of the poet, Jeremiah Eames Rankin, of Cleveland
(1828-), because it captured the heart of a ten-year-old boy [...]

Deep Green

Underneath the deep green canopy of the Oak on the hill
I stand, lost in thought. It is not a huge tree, but still an Oak.
It is not lustrous, but its leaves are deep green and waxy. No
blight on the leaves, though moss grows on the north side of
its trunk.
Across the lawn is my favorite, an [...]

Happy Hectic

Happy, Hectic, Apoplectic,
Smiling, Whining, Here’s-Your-Signing,
Talking, Walking, Climbing Stairs-ing,
I sure need a comfy chairs-ing.
Wrap it, Bow it, Mark it, Sack it,
Ohmigosh you’re such a hack. It
pains me to watch you go so slowly,
Next year you won’t be so lowly
flung on the totem pole at work;
You’re a fool and you act like a jerk.
I can’t stand [...]

Poetry Nerd = Me

I found this poem a couple of years ago while looking online for appropriate things to write in graduation cards for my teenage co-workers. I love it.
Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness [...]

Winter Oranges

When my darling twin, Dorothy and I went to the Community College after High School, we would spend hours and hours in the library in the A&S Building researching papers for our darling Tobin, as well as Teresa and then some other chica who I cannot remember her name. We would become engrossed in the [...]