Second Step Down from the Porch (Short Story) - 11/17/2009 11:01:05 PM
Promising. However, you confused me at the beginning. I look for consistent POV with the opening hook. Switching from the porch battered by the elements, to inside, and then back to character outside left me out of focus. Person outside couldn't see inside. I noticed you must have journalistic background to drop the commas before the "and." I've done the same. Strict literary types at publishing houses frown. You might wish to reconsider.
Shakespeare on Pop-Ups (Short Story) - 9/24/2007 5:51:20 PM
Wow! Humor AND Shakespearian dialogue! Anybody who can manage both in a single story is truly talented. Well done!
Shakespeare on Pop-Ups (Short Story) - 1/16/2007 10:41:28 AM
An intriguing and thought-inciting account, Jeanne René. Merci! Love and peace to you,
Regis
Shakespeare on Pop-Ups (Short Story) - 12/18/2004 3:48:16 AM
Interesting. Shakespeare reincarnated. What are the chances?
M.Rose
Ahhh, humanity! (Poetry) - 7/17/2026 11:34:52 AM
Such exceptional imagery! Insects are so amazing. Especially their honeybee with all the work it does for humanity, both providing pollinating for most of our crops to providing us with the sweet nectar of life we love, honey.
We all have become scientists with our cameras. Chronically in real time and high resolution the behavior of not only our gardens, but our lives.
Ron
Thoughts of a Mother Weeping from a Distance (Poetry) - 7/16/2026 10:36:01 AM
Heartrendingly written. The photo is achingly reflective of a mother losing something loved and cherished. Your imagery and thoughts compel reflection, Jeanne, and lay bare the fact that in 2004 you were dealing with something tragic that was difficult to make sense of. It reveals (to me) how a mother sees the world with empathy, intuition, and a deeply spiritual and emotional understanding of human connection. The loss of a child is truly devastating, I am so very sorry.
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Your last stanza is especially poignant: I agree... love and hate are not always clearly separable. They can shift, overlap, and at times even be mutually transformative. I'll stick with love though. Hate is too great a burden to carry. "Thoughts From a Mother Weeping From a Distance" is a deeply powerful, and honestly moving affirmation of a mothers unconditional love and affection. Wrung me dry. Continued inspiration. r
Ahhh, humanity! (Poetry) - 7/14/2026 7:17:36 PM
It's always better to be stunningly original than to piece together a collage of words that induce sleep. I thoroughly enjoyed this original composition. And I am wide awake!
Ahhh, humanity! (Poetry) - 7/13/2026 7:56:47 AM
The is such a rich subtext to your poem and such profound appreciation for the life that has reproduced longer than any other form of life. Yes, humnity needs to get down on their knees more often and comprehend the ancestry of this planet in our small creatures. Thanks for positing.
The Cruel Account of My Monsieur Feuille de Papier (Poetry) - 7/3/2026 2:09:13 PM
Others have a much better understanding of this tome than I. But I can see the creativity flowing from your pen of inspiration.
I am glad you are back with us, sharing.
Ron
I Cannot Write Her Poetry (Poetry) - 7/3/2026 1:53:00 PM
I read this with wonder. I felt both emotion and regret for not having known what you and her had gone through.
Ron
The Cruel Account of My Monsieur Feuille de Papier (Poetry) - 7/3/2026 10:58:06 AM
Yes indeed…. your ‘Mr. Sheet of Paper’ can be a fickle mercurial and quicksilver companion. Totally relate. Every creative person I’ve ever known (or worked with) had a deep longing for inspiration, and also for their creative fires to burn brightly, but having that demands a certain kind of sacrifice. There is something that I've learned.... when your muse starts ignoring you, start being a muse for another. You cannot use up creativity, it’s everywhere. And it can be accessed sometimes in the most mysterious ways. Usually through loving and helping others, and altruism.
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In a more physiological vein: I have also learned that struggling for creative traction can point to physical, emotional, and environmental factors, such as stress, fatigue, self-doubt, physical illness, cancer, heart failure, and cumulative bad habits. Some of the most creative people I’ve ever known lost their gift after a terrible physical challenge, and then there are always those who destroy their gifts with alcohol and drugs, and never get back on track. A sad reality that I deal with occasionally in my ‘Portrayal Series’.
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Overcoming your ‘tonight tonight a blank blank page’ can be a challenging and bedeviling journey. Everyone goes through the dry seasons though. Keep pressing forward. Your poem is a beautifully constructed insight into one writers struggles. Thank you for sharing something so personal, and so doggone relatable. Peace and blessings…. rlc
The Cruel Account of My Monsieur Feuille de Papier (Poetry) - 7/2/2026 7:14:03 AM
Very creative. I like the interplay of English and French. Sometimes a blank feuille de papier is all we need to inspire us. I often turn to translating poets in other languages to look for inspiration. Well done!
I Cannot Write Her Poetry (Poetry) - 7/1/2026 10:27:20 AM
I am beginning to apprehend the solitude of old age. It is neither welcome nor fun. Words and activities fly away each day that leave gaping holes of emptiness. Laughter is history. As the wheel of life turns, soon we won't be there.
Ribbons (Poetry) - 6/30/2026 12:23:03 PM
I detect memories well visited.
Ron
I Cannot Write Her Poetry (Poetry) - 6/29/2026 8:41:45 AM
What you’ve offered the reader here is a keenly compassionate insight which sees and feels beyond the surface appearances to the deeper truths of aging, the elderly woman’s personal struggles, and the limits of what you can offer her in her circumstances. Writing the poetry of another’s lived experience is often far too personal, or too emotionally complex, to translate accurately into words without losing its true essence. You understand that. Still, there is an element of reciprocity in this piece that clearly creates a cycle of mutual support, and trust, where both parties are rewarded in a way that benefits each. Beautifully written, Jeanne. Substantial images. I’ve read this several times, and each time I’ve gleaned something new. Well done. Peace…
Ribbons (Poetry) - 6/28/2026 12:23:47 PM
Few can capture life, love, and devotion like this masterpiece.
Ribbons (Poetry) - 6/27/2026 7:26:01 AM
Much conveyed in a few words. An affecting and moving piece one has to tread delicately with. For me the image of ribbons (around the wrists and forearms) evokes life's fragility and impermanence; a deeply personal poetic expression of carrying a loved one forward. The spirit of this piece will stay with me for awhile. Thank you for sharing something so personal. It's good to see your name again Jeanne. Peace. rlc
... to see what comes (Poetry) - 6/23/2025 7:38:37 AM
Save for the insatiable appetite children have for discovery, our species, as your subtext suggests, that the circular mode of discovering is also the vortex of so many unauthentic persons that get caught up in this rotary syndrome and never escape. Enjoyed this read. Thank you for posting.
A Dead Drop to Hell (Poetry) - 6/23/2025 7:32:04 AM
With so much of "Hell" exposed openly--and in many instances, bragged about--one has to re-read your poetic assessment periodically to remind us of how vain and narcissistic we've become. Well penned.
Just a Little Joy (Poetry) - 12/24/2021 8:54:11 AM
THE IMAGERY HERE IS JUST MARVELOUS...SO ENJOYED! THANKS FOR SHARING, JEANNE. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Surviving the Myth of June Cleaver or Pass the Olive Branch, Please (Poetry) - 12/3/2021 12:01:09 AM
I could have written this if...
my brain was wired to learn from the past
and my writing skills were actually skills
and if my reservoir of words fit well with the topic
and...Well, thanks for showing me a writer and household that gets it.
Surviving the Myth of June Cleaver or Pass the Olive Branch, Please (Poetry) - 11/25/2021 11:51:34 AM
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
HOW BEAUTIFUL! INDEED, SO BLESSED IS THE 'RENEWAL' THAT COMES WITH THE BREAKING OF BREAD AROUND A 'PEACEFUL' TABLE...ESPECIALLY WHEN, WITHIN ONES SELF, ONE HAS PASSED FROM PRETENSE TO REALITY. I PARTICULARLY ENJOYED THE LINE;'I SEE THESE HANDSOME EYES UPON ME, AND ALL THE TIME I'VE MISLED THEM' ...LIKE HE REALLY CARES(SMILE). ENJOYED, JEANNE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Surviving the Myth of June Cleaver or Pass the Olive Branch, Please (Poetry) - 11/19/2021 12:29:28 PM
Immediately I pictured my mother. While she was June Cleaver in our house, always presenting a positive side even when finances made her life very difficult. She was off to the shoe factory to work where she learned how to make combat boots, but refused to fight for higher wages for the wage slaves there.
When choosing to be implying that women today wear the combative role much more often and more powerfully than they ever did in the June Cleaver days.
Ron
Surviving the Myth of June Cleaver or Pass the Olive Branch, Please (Poetry) - 11/18/2021 4:06:51 PM
In reading twice through this meaty writing, I get a feeling of enormous substance of relationship — misunderstood intentions (I really like that term) and “thin-skinned glass panes”, and “‘living’ walls”. Your last line is so very satisfying. Great to see the names Ozzie & Harriet again and that you made June Cleaver a General. This whole piece to me is both rich, ripe compost and mixed salad human conditions. Bravo* ~~ djl
searching for north star (Poetry) - 11/16/2021 3:38:43 PM
Enchanting atmosphere of language, and I admire the line: "mint flower and lemon thorn memory." ~~ djl
searching for north star (Poetry) - 11/16/2021 9:00:02 AM
I grew up knowing were North was. But the North Star could easily be found on the end of the ladle of the Big Dipper. Or, for some, The Bear's Tail. Throughout recorded history and perhaps well before, the North Star guided travelers at night and was so strong as to sometimes be seen during the day.
Ron
Prayer Upon the Shore of Lake Tabeau (Poetry) - 11/14/2021 9:24:48 AM
Some subtle alliteration in this. It is also an example how what each of us sees and experiences in the world (as poets) is fleshed out so differently. Singularity makes for unique poetic construct. Nice pic. Thanx 4 sharing.
Snapping an Honest Bottle Cap (Poetry) - 11/13/2021 9:35:28 PM
Enjoyed “…the elfin mystic/of Audrey Hepburn..” And reference to March of the Toreadors. Marching back into the parade is able to cause us visions of ‘get back to the office.’ Good identification with us baby boomers who knew of simpler things. Enjoyed being there in your moment. ~~ djl
Snapping an Honest Bottle Cap (Poetry) - 11/13/2021 12:50:02 PM
Nostalgic, your lines awaken memories for many I am quite sure. Love and peace to you, Jeanne,
Regis. 🙏🌳💚🌲🍁
Waitin' on His Traveling Socks ... (Poetry) - 11/12/2021 10:36:05 AM
You held my rapt attention from beginning to end,
smiling all the way. Now I've got to find a nice
pair of red socks, just in case.
Waitin' on His Traveling Socks ... (Poetry) - 11/11/2021 8:48:16 AM
Your choice of characters in this story-poem gave me a good chuckle. Even Frank Sinatra? A well written, and cleverly amusing piece. I'm sure Dwight would have been blessed. Peace... rlc
... a kiss to end a dream on (Poetry) - 11/9/2021 9:58:03 AM
I LOVE THE EXPRESSION OF LOVE SHOWN IN THIS POETRY, IT'S BEAUTIFUL - THANKS FOR POSTING , YOUR FELINGS OF LOVE FOR YOUR DAD COME THROUGH SO POWERFUL. I SOMETIMES NEED YOUR WORDS TO KNOW THIS WORLD STILL HAS LOVE FOR OTHERS.
Sometimes God lets someone else do the talking... (Poetry) - 11/7/2021 7:01:55 PM
I'm glad this total stranger connects with you. Perhaps you had made him think about his daughter too.
Not all strangers would accept us. After my dad passed away I was totally lost without him. I walked through the mall everyday looking for strangers who would look like him. I've found a couple in the food court the guy looks like my father. He was the same height and wore a baseball cap too as my dad did. I walked up to them and tried to make conversation to befriend them, they looked at me as if I was a scammer up to something. I knew it was inappropriate for me to have done what I did, but I missed my dad so much so I wanted to befriend the one who looks like him. In my heart, I already knew I should not have done that. I don't blame them for being cautious. After all, they were quite old, and they needed to protect themselves from strangers.
Well, that was my story. Your poem made me think of that day.
Sandie
Sometimes God lets someone else do the talking... (Poetry) - 11/7/2021 5:50:02 PM
An interesting piece…
Having been in a similar situation,
I have often pondered that these
‘Mixing paths’ with strangers are
often part of a process of what is
being endured…human exchanges
at these times to, help get us through…
Swashbuckling the fear…
A very touching and thought
provoking poem…
Diana…
🍃
a silence . . . without title (Poetry) - 11/6/2021 8:52:12 AM
Very poignant. An old soldier reliving where he landed in a foreign war.
But your image of two soldiers sharing a cigarette, their form of relaxation from the nicotine, continued a generation of those smokers whose lives were cut short by the addiction. PTSD, while downplayed, and alcoholism, were also products of the war. But they save Europe and Asia from fascism only to face any threat, communism, and now terrorism. Resolve never ends while challenges continue.
Ron
a silence . . . without title (Poetry) - 11/5/2021 8:23:25 AM
Ditto what Diana wrote. Quote an effective poem, much for what perhaps is left unsaid, as well as said.
Complete and Unabridged (Poetry) - 11/4/2021 9:26:48 AM
Very poetic. I love the way you weaved yourself into Shakespeare and the honesty in your portrayal of yourself. Kudos.
Ron
Complete and Unabridged (Poetry) - 11/4/2021 7:58:36 AM
I enjoyed this well written romp…
It’s good to daydream, bit I think
I would come to a similar conclusion!
Best wishes,
Diana…
🌿🌿
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 11/4/2021 3:54:14 AM
I went to your web side and read a few of your great poems dear Jeanne, I cried when I got to the one of your mom I think, in the bed with gloves on. You are amazing, what a powerful soul you own, I am Italian background, with my mom's French side, and dads Italian. Would love to invite you to my on line Cafe so you can read some of your poems, if you want to be a guest , please send me a private message and let me know,
Thank you for sharing such precious precious memories, you undo people's souls, with your sad stories, God bless you, and keep you strong, safe and happy, while your journey on.: )
Angel on the Runway (Poetry) - 11/3/2021 9:49:51 AM
Powerfully engaging and thought-awakening throughout. Well done, Jeanne. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🙏🌺🌼🍁
Sheet Billow (Poetry) - 7/23/2019 9:21:45 PM
Nicely written xo
Sheet Billow (Poetry) - 3/31/2019 3:27:46 PM
Some memories are so precious! Enjoyed this!
Sandie
Sheet Billow (Poetry) - 3/31/2019 1:40:59 PM
Oh yes indeed, "lost in the sheet billow of old clothes lines" was my claim to fame back in tha day, my friend. You brought back some delicious memories from those childhood days. Thank you.
The Prizefighter's Garden (Poetry) - 3/31/2019 12:22:23 PM
A very good poetical poem concering your "Papa." I thoroughly enjoyed the read and the thoughts behind the lines.
The Prizefighter's Garden (Poetry) - 3/31/2019 11:07:13 AM
A man can have many children, but a child can have only one father. It must be very satisfying having such vivid and loving memories of ones 'Papa'. "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." Lao Tzu. You are a blessed woman. Enjoyed... rlc
... a kiss to end a dream on (Poetry) - 3/31/2019 10:41:36 AM
You've penned a gem of association where life's realities are forged with the sound of our American/African American heritage of jazz. I'm a big fan of Jazz from over 70 years of listening and allowing such sound to remain with me even when no record or radio is playing. Thank you for sharing.
Odin
The Prizefighter's Garden (Poetry) - 3/30/2019 12:18:53 PM
a wonderful tribute to one so dear to you
budd
The Prizefighter's Garden (Poetry) - 3/30/2019 7:30:33 AM
Beautiful tribute to your father. Well done.
... ever and again so ... (Poetry) - 3/28/2019 9:48:25 AM
I sense the brutality of wifebeating. When will it end.
Ron
... ever and again so ... (Poetry) - 3/28/2019 8:56:27 AM
No two people can sing and dance together all the time, and making up is the action that renews a love shared. Ever and again.
... ever and again so ... (Poetry) - 3/28/2019 7:41:56 AM
I suppose saying 'I'm sorry' is part of every healthy relationship. I've heard it said that an apology is a lovely perfume; it can (at times) transform the clumsiest moment into a gracious gift. Your imagery is always impeccable. A message easily absorbed. Peace... rlc
... ever and again so ... (Poetry) - 3/28/2019 7:15:47 AM
. . . and once again they dance the heavenly dance of love.
His Picture Perfect (Poetry) - 3/26/2019 3:16:54 PM
ahh but have captured it so well with words written better than just a picture
budd
His Picture Perfect (Poetry) - 3/26/2019 1:57:08 PM
Ahhh . . . I recall those wonderful, grand old days quite well . . . Nothing quite like getting wet and muddy and running through the house with mother right behind you . . . Memories’.
His Picture Perfect (Poetry) - 3/26/2019 9:05:16 AM
Without an image, this poem came through crystal clear. What a wonderful sight! All those colorful children in slicks holding hands going down the street… A photographer's delight, indeed.
Ron
Embers (Poetry) - 3/25/2019 11:09:35 AM
Like a moth is drawn to the flame, so are some of us passionately drawn to the fire of love. Well done, Jeanne. Love and best wishes,
Regis.
grandpa said i might as well die if i can't go home (Poetry) - 3/24/2019 5:53:31 PM
A meaningful and touching write, Jeanne René... ...and a fine tribute of remembrance to your grandpa. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis.
grandpa said i might as well die if i can't go home (Poetry) - 3/23/2019 11:32:36 AM
A nostalgia for a grandfather perhaps, left too soon because of all that smoking. So beautifully expressed. I recall when I was young, sitting by the corner of the card table next to dad, breathing in the smoke circling up from the ashtray just beneath my nose. It sure smelled good. And a sip on dad's beer tickled my nose. Never drank beer or smoked.
Never saw one of my grandfathers smoke, and the other, would light up a pipe in the evening after long day working on the farm.
Ron
grandpa said i might as well die if i can't go home (Poetry) - 3/23/2019 6:36:36 AM
Captivating imagery. "chain-smoking-angels" This image made me chuckle. Here's a quote you might like. "Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw their cigarettes away. That's when you get 'shooting stars'. Vladimir Nabokov. (-: You have a creative mind. Peace... rlc
grandpa said i might as well die if i can't go home (Poetry) - 3/22/2019 1:15:10 PM
What a stupedeous slice of life this poem conveys . . .
I think of my Grandpa Powell in much the same way . . . He didn't smoke, he dipped tobacco.
... squirm in your grave (Poetry) - 3/22/2019 10:50:52 AM
Certainly, as Richard has written, surrealistic. But I'm probably too dense to get the symbolism, particularly the "pooled blood," more like someone committing suicide over lost love and potential marriage. But the dance changes that, unless it is the dance of death.
Ron
... squirm in your grave (Poetry) - 3/21/2019 7:07:46 AM
You write (IMO) like a surrealist paints. Colorful unique imagery supports your gist well. You can share your life with others, but no one can live your life for you. At the end of the day, you are the only person you can count on. Happiness doesn't happen by accident, and you shouldn't expect to achieve it passively, or second-handedly. It requires diligence, and keeping your heart and mind unfettered and healthy. Enjoyed your thoughts. r
... squirm in your grave (Poetry) - 3/20/2019 2:14:11 PM
Most assuredly "to life," and yes indeed, "to life" still more than ever applies. Nice thoughts, perfectly penned.
waiting for direct evidence of disassociation (Poetry) - 3/20/2019 8:44:08 AM
""Crows perch on top
and chaw at our shadows."
This fantastic two lines gave me pause to sit back and marvel. I like/no, I love your style, Jeanne . . .
waiting for direct evidence of disassociation (Poetry) - 3/19/2019 9:58:47 AM
This is certainly a poem worthy of much more than a single reading. The title captures attention because it is thought-provoking. Thank you for sharing, Jeanne René. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis.
waiting for direct evidence of disassociation (Poetry) - 3/19/2019 9:46:44 AM
From my little experience with schizophrenia, people who have it seem to have very high intellect. The discussion of the crows is a very good example of how people like that seem to know things that most of us don't pay any attention to, like a crow sitting high in a tree, not necessarily trying to call attention except to other crows. I would expect that most of those solitary crows are lookouts, both for food and danger.
Ron
Embers (Poetry) - 3/18/2019 3:06:43 PM
a great write about a wonderful love
budd
Embers (Poetry) - 3/18/2019 12:28:45 PM
AB-so-utely! 'Nuff said in my opinion.
Embers (Poetry) - 3/18/2019 9:31:38 AM
Very passionate and almost expressing love addiction. I sense danger, but it seems that the flame is irresistible. Classic poetry with verve and drive. Scares me, but I love it.
Ron
Embers (Poetry) - 3/18/2019 3:50:16 AM
When our souls are young they can follow into fire easily as we grow old we begin to admire it for a distance. I love your vibrant poem that undoes the years on me, thank you for sharing such a tender poem. xo
Honeyed (Poetry) - 3/16/2019 11:38:26 AM
You had me floating with that breeze all summer long. Certainly a wistful remembrance of what seemed like a simpler time full of pleasant pleasures. I look forward to seeing more of your poetic style.
Ron
He's Come Home (Poetry) - 3/15/2019 10:40:46 AM
The most stirring on my read in a long time! PTSD has claimed more lives than the battlefield we are faced with the aftermath of them, so-called coming home in victory. But the victory is lost and so often, is the soul. A wake-up call for ending war.
Ron
He's Come Home (Poetry) - 3/14/2019 3:54:46 PM
I can feel the pain and sorrow in this, I have seen its other side in many I have known many years ago. a different war, a different time and many on the home front felt as you after they returned home, but not as wished they would.
there is little more that can be said, I hope it changes, I hope no more will have to go and return, without returning.
budd
... a kiss to end a dream on (Poetry) - 3/12/2019 10:45:09 PM
What a perfect love story that
dads rarely find themselves a part of.
"I see trees of green red roses too..."
Upon Consideration of Hourglass and Spectrum (Poetry) - 8/27/2018 8:54:54 PM
"A false immortality" of an image that will only exist in one's memory and memories do fade, but they also thrive with the power of imagination. It seems to me that the essence and the apparence meet for a second in the lines of this poem.
until ... somewhere in country (Poetry) - 3/24/2014 6:22:38 PM
an excellent write Jeanne
I am vet and so is my oldest son both marines
I remember sending home pictures to my now wife of friends
with arms around our shoulders, smiling for the folks back
then I came home.
several years later, I was home praying for my sone to return
from Desert Storm 1st Iraqi war, as her send us pictures of him and his friends
smiling for the folks back home
he now is home praying his three son dont find themselves some where
in no man's land taking pictures to send home smiling for the fplks back home.
love & Peace be with you
William
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/23/2014 8:44:25 PM
Such a lovely and meaningful tribute, Jeanne; thank you for sharing it. You made me think of my own mom. Love and best wishes,
Regis
moth wing (Poetry) - 3/23/2014 6:27:22 PM
Transformative and delicate to the human spirit as we know it. I liked reading this chosen poetry because it is inspiring to my own nature of sensibilities, Jeanne Rene. This piece has a prophetic slant to it...like an imprint that was left behind long ago...it hits me as timeless and hints of future destiny especially your last paragraph, but this is the line that I see metaphorically transcends the title 'moth wing.' It's deep and ancient...
"I absolve
all remorse
sip the nectar,"
Warmly,
Sage
"of immutable destiny,"
until ... somewhere in country (Poetry) - 3/22/2014 1:27:13 PM
intensely self-reflective ... a universal declaration of this world's state of being ...
until ... somewhere in country (Poetry) - 3/22/2014 11:02:14 AM
Your verses are a powerful reminder of an ageless and timeless theme (sadly) of this life/world, Jeanne. Thank you for sharing. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis
until ... somewhere in country (Poetry) - 3/22/2014 8:28:59 AM
So poignant I started to cry. Each generation they go off to war. Still thinking of their endless youth and invincibility. Each generation there is less need to go, but they go still.
Ron
until ... somewhere in country (Poetry) - 3/22/2014 5:36:07 AM
A truly sentimental write to treasure! War buddies seems to always stand shoulders to shoulders while taking photographs, and also with outstretched arms on each others shoulders. It is probably because they feel close to each other, and that they place their trust in each other for their safety during wars. They are buddies!!
Sandie :o)
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/1/2014 11:39:15 AM
beautifully expressed memories
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/1/2014 10:23:41 AM
Your mama would love it! I can hear Mario singing on the record player in the background.
Ron
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/1/2014 7:53:34 AM
~Jeanne~
Remembering Gina..mother wore red nail polish..can remember
lacing her corsette. She is 94, I do her nails. She wears her
jewelry. Loving thoughts today.
Lady Mary Ann
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/1/2014 6:32:39 AM
Oh, I sure remember Gina Lollobrigida, she was a pure delight.
mama ... (Poetry) - 3/1/2014 4:17:08 AM
i remember quite well
budd
mama ... (Poetry) - 2/28/2014 11:06:54 PM
Excellent points made with this poem. However, the most beautiful women can become ugly the moment the open their mouths. Then again the same goes for the plain or ugly duckling. If she speaks with a smile and a caring heart men will love her right from the start. Amen!
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 2/26/2014 7:00:22 AM
powerfully moving poem ...
please check out "Another Mother's Son"
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=5329&id=160556
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 2/25/2014 11:54:06 AM
This affects me almost more than all the newsreels or newspaper articles ever could, Jeanne. Personally, I have little contact with those who go off to war but you have taken me right into the most intimate place of sacrifice and loss. It's impact is immense and deeply moving. It reminds me of another poem which was written many years ago here by Jude Forese: Another Mother's Son. Again, it's the sensory details of scent that make that acute connection with mind and emotion. Thank you so much for sharing and may your son come home to you safely. Kate xx
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 2/25/2014 8:32:08 AM
You have told the story of many wives and mothers whose sons and husbands have gone off to war with no guarantee of ever coming back.
I do hope this is just your muse working like mine often does and not your personal experience.
Ron
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 2/25/2014 3:58:43 AM
Wow!! This is so gut-wrenching and heartfelt. Being a mother too I can feel the longings in your words.
Sandie
For a Moment Unforgivable (Poetry) - 2/24/2014 10:08:48 PM
A poetic heartbreaker. Yes, I know what it's like to be away from home. Spent 24 years in the USAF and the first four years were terribly lonely at times. Unbelievably lonely... Amen
soldier gripping the wheel of a 1972 mustang (Poetry) - 2/21/2014 8:28:25 AM
For some it is the solution to the agony they experience. The descriptions are riveting and clearly lay out what happened and why. Exceptional poetry.
Ron
Above the Roar of the Inconsequence (Poetry) - 2/20/2014 3:34:54 PM
Captivating poetry that expresses so much; deserving of much more than a single reading. Thank you, Jeanne. Love and best wishes,
Regis
soldier gripping the wheel of a 1972 mustang (Poetry) - 2/20/2014 3:32:41 PM
Soul reaching verses that awaken thoughts and emotions; thank you, Jeanne. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
she (Poetry) - 8/8/2009 5:18:21 AM
Nice work Jean....many emotions within a short and simple poem that give a reflective character to this work...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
she (Poetry) - 7/20/2009 8:06:41 AM
Excellent! A singular subjective objective distortion and denial of aging captured with keen acumen jeanne rene. The imagery and simile linger like an aroma in the readers senses.
Blessings ...
And so it was, but tomorrow ... (Poetry) - 12/31/2008 2:25:14 PM
Fluid yet embracing the lines - the drift yes must some how end - but slowly...
And so it was, but tomorrow ... (Poetry) - 10/26/2008 5:09:23 AM
Nice work Jeanne...the past and present are well displayed within the drifting of life along the changing of seasons and the winds of time...
nice write...
Art Sun...
The Intrepid Hearts of '65 (Poetry) - 9/4/2008 8:34:32 PM
A very insightful view of MLK.
Well done!
John Michael
lovie (Poetry) - 8/27/2008 7:12:02 PM
Very intense Jeanne. I'm so happy to find something to read here,
I love your poetry.
The emotions carry me with the strength and precision of your words.
Colorful, luminous, vibrant... Just wonderful.
Axilea
Note #3/ Mother ... upon being/ (Poetry) - 8/5/2008 4:27:45 AM
Nice thoughts...the closeness of friendship and family can be read through the expression of not only friends but of the sons who live within each and every smile, hug and laugther combined and or felt upon the cheek...
nice work...
Art sun...
lovie (Poetry) - 7/27/2008 5:41:00 AM
Nice work Jeanne...their are emotions circling the stairway from within thoughts that express both love and a bit ofanguish...a nice work...
Art Sun...
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 7/15/2008 7:46:48 PM
Very evokative...although when I first read this, I thought it was speaking of a male, it could easily be about a female as well. There is a lot of gender overlap these days. Jesus wept at Lazarus' death and He was a perfect specimen of ideal masculinity, yet He compared His weeping over Jerusalem's rejection as like a hen wanting to gather her chicks. Very moving, thought-provoking write. -Zach
The Light of the Moon (Poetry) - 7/15/2008 7:32:58 PM
Enjoyed the sounds and life in this poem. You have a way of writing beneath the surface appearance of everyday life and making it come alive.
Excellent write, -Zach
lovie (Poetry) - 7/15/2008 7:16:02 PM
Hi Jeanne,
This is the first time I've read something you have writen and found your style vivid...In my minds eye- I could see the story unfolding around me, could feel it with each fresh line.
I'm looking forward now to reading more!
In Christ, zach
The Light of the Moon (Poetry) - 7/4/2008 5:22:38 PM
Jeanne René,
this is a beautifully penned perfection of love's imbue captured in the poetic words of your pen
lovely poem poetess
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
lovie (Poetry) - 7/4/2008 5:19:05 PM
jeanne rené,
heartache has many a dance around the globe, I certainly loved how you expressed the dance of deception amidst the hopes of a hearts belief of love's possibility amidst the stains...beautiful style
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
lovie (Poetry) - 7/2/2008 3:11:34 PM
I admire your incredible talent, Jeanne. Everything about
this poem overwhelms me. Perhaps blinded by the sun, my interpretation of the poem may be faulty, but not my admiration
for the art in the writing of the poem. Thanks. -gene.
lovie (Poetry) - 6/29/2008 2:50:14 PM
A poem truly worthy of more than a single reading; it brings many thoughts and feelings to "the surface." Thank you for sharing your talent, Jeanne René. Love and best wishes,
Regis
The Light of the Moon (Poetry) - 6/27/2008 9:47:29 AM
Truly a beautiful write; thank you for sharing you gift, Jeanne René. Love and peace to you,
Regis
The Light of the Moon (Poetry) - 6/26/2008 6:20:37 PM
So good a write, I liked the ending, daylight always is better for me than night.
The Light of the Moon (Poetry) - 6/26/2008 4:59:20 PM
Profoundly tantalizing imagery.
To understand each moment to its fullest, to embrace the seconds of living as if they were the last, to be able to paint those feelings on a canvas with words and touch the hearts of those willing, still, in my opinion, remains the highest form of artistic intimacy.
Delightfully rendered Ms. Watson!
Light and Wisdom ...
eating you (Poetry) - 6/16/2008 12:26:27 PM
Stuck on words for this one but I do think it is a good one.
Finding Our Horizon (Poetry) - 6/16/2008 12:25:10 PM
Rock of Ages, this is just what the poem broght to me. How wonderful it would be if all could get along together, support each other, stop lying to one another and give to those in need when we have more than enough etc. Stop being stingy and walk in the sand and think what you can do to help others.
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 5/14/2008 7:21:20 PM
Why didn't I see this piece before?
This is so good Jeanne, so precise.
Those last lines couldn't be more effective
at the end of such a painfully true depiction
of "male insanity".
Axilea
the whistle (Poetry) - 5/11/2008 5:34:38 PM
Vivid images are in tune with this timely write!....M
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/25/2008 11:14:45 AM
"tears ducts cemented with attitudinal mythologies"
Best line that I've read in a while jeannerene'. Humanity certainly is multi-faceted, especially in the way it expresses itself when disgruntled and out of sorts. Your poem seethes with emotion, and effectively paints a moment that everyone can relate too.
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/25/2008 3:26:12 AM
Jeanne René Watson,
Amazing pen my friend. I wonder just how many men could suck it up and be a woman. It takes a sensitive and beautiful person to be one. Just think, that macho exterior may only be a cover-up. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/25/2008 2:01:22 AM
I have to say I agree with Karla...WOW! Powerful writing. "frustrations dribbling down your chin," my favorite line.
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/24/2008 7:45:11 PM
Reminds me strongly of an incident with my nephew-- he was bawling because his sister got to "do everything, 'cause she's a girl... and I don't get to do anything, 'cause I'm a boy!" to which his dad put his hand on my nephew's shoulder and said, "Buck up, Boy. At least you're a boob!"
They may give us a hard time, but a good tearing-up is healthy for you. --Charlie
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/24/2008 6:47:21 PM
tears ducts cemented with attitudinal mythologies
suck it up man
be a woman
I love it, Jeanne. Cleverly and meaningfully expressed. Love and best wishes,
Regis
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/24/2008 6:22:04 PM
I thought you feminists had already made all of us males metro men, that's about a womanish as you can get and still have 'em swinging . . .
flexing to the third finger salute (Poetry) - 2/24/2008 5:30:44 PM
Cracks me up! LOL
"frustrations dribbling down your chin..." toooo much.
Tom
Grey cat jump up to my lap and pause with me (Poetry) - 2/20/2008 9:17:07 AM
Loved this poem and have a cat named Seashore gray like this one and is 11 years old and my little girl. she is great company and like your style in writing too. You simply say it like you feel it. Lois C.
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 2:17:47 PM
Well-written, you can hear the music within it, this shows a love for your craft. Blessings, Michelle
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/14/2008 4:45:12 PM
So very beautiful and words so serene and pure.....
Be always safe,
Karen
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 2/14/2008 8:33:43 AM
I LOVE the last two stanzas! I can hear the cries haunting me. This is just... beautiful doesn't quite describe it, but awe-inspiring maybe. So much to digest from this poem and to try to contain the pain.
Cryssa
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/14/2008 8:25:38 AM
The cadence of the whistle as it's tune slowly melts away...I'm listening still...
Beautiful write!
Cryssa
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/14/2008 3:57:56 AM
jeanne rené,
Somewheres there's a song in that whistle and hopefully a gait to match. Your poem flows so perfectly and sure pleasure to read. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 5:20:03 PM
Sshhh! I'm still listening to my walls. They hold a little of the old tunes too.
My great grandfather came to America with few posessions, one of them being a tin whistle from the "old country". He was quite good with it. My mother would always hum those old tunes, doodle-y-dooing them as she bounced us on her knee, washed dishes, prepared meals, knitted, bounced our babies on her knees... .. . The ghost notes evaporate in and out of walls where she lived and visited. There's something holding about those old tunes. There tuly is.
I'm glad to see them eulogized. --Charlie
the whistle (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 4:54:26 PM
beautifully done. this flowed very smoothly like the melodies of an orchestra. good write.
blue door and bar flies (flipside of the curtain call) (Poetry) - 2/10/2008 2:17:39 AM
...many colors here...sides to be read...and swatted characters...with scent of Channel and peanuts...make this a damn good piece.
excellent imagery jeanne...
John
moth wing (Poetry) - 2/9/2008 5:16:54 PM
Jeanne, I love your poetry. The precision of your words is simply wonderful.
("A woman's notebook" is an absolute favorite, one of the best poems I've read on this site)
"my resting-place tenuous
on life's capricious threads"
really beautiful!
Axilea
Still with Life (Poetry) - 1/10/2008 5:44:57 PM
You have painted a portrait of unseen beauty....
Be safe,
Karen
Still with Life (Poetry) - 1/8/2008 10:24:19 PM
I adore the reitterating in this piece. You repeat sounds, images, and lead-in's, and it makes music. I like how your lines, though seemingly dis-jointed, fit together smoothly. There are no colorless words. They all have deep meaning and visuals. --Charlie
Still with Life (Poetry) - 1/8/2008 8:28:22 PM
Very passionate feelings contemplating the beauty outside.
Splendid description of a spider web. Some lovely allitterations.
Well done.
Axilea
Conversations with Self-Portrait (Poetry) - 1/5/2008 11:31:47 PM
Extraordinary rhythm in this poem, enhanced by alliterations and subtle evolutions of sounds and clever repetitions.
Full of contrasts in content too, where confrontation gives a certain dynamic through your dialog with the portrait.
By all means full of energy and creativity, to tell the reader about creativity.
Greetings,
Axilea
Euphrates' Child (Poetry) - 1/4/2008 9:50:29 AM
I loved reading and comparing your original to your final draft. I see how you choose your words carefull, extracting all the color and meaning you can from each line. Your final lost nothing, but is fuller and richer, and dripping with colorful, virgin expressions. --Charlie
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 12/2/2007 1:18:36 AM
Magnificent poetry Jeanne, once again I feel the intensity of your unique, very personal imagery. I love the details that come adding sudden realism in your poetic wor(l)ds. Until the changes of rhythm and revelation of emotions at the end.
I really loved it.
Axilea
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 11/17/2007 11:26:05 PM
Stunned! Talk about being able to disappear in to the words! So many good word-combos here: "front lawns of days"; "we aged on our front lawns"; "September afternoon" ... and I bawled at the end, and I don't even cry at funerals, but I revisited painful ones here, in yours... what a gift!--so glad I stumbled into you. --Charlie
below a shallow surface (Poetry) - 11/14/2007 3:19:32 AM
I love the physical presence of heaviness, especially "with the ache of love, life, lust.
Such penetrating imagery - abstract and concrete, very physical at the same time. Smoke dancers make our thoughts and senses move sinuously, traveling across your words.
In friendship,
Axilea
Far from your poetry (Poetry) - 11/4/2007 4:52:24 PM
It seems that you have chosen the right source of inspiration. This poem is made of wonderful sounds, textures, colors and a slowly enchanting atmosphere.
And I love these two lines:
"let me be the beat of the rolled newspaper
slapping your palm"
Well crafted piece that I read with real pleasure.
All the best,
Axilea
Euphrates' Child (Poetry) - 9/29/2007 8:14:14 AM
Exceptional descriptions that mix with essential emotions.
Something primeval, mythical, deeply rooted stays with the reader...
Great writing.
Axilea
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 9/27/2007 7:22:59 PM
This truely is so beautiful! A mother's love through time and changes is always a mother's love. The giving of life and sacrifice....
Be safe,
Karen
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 9/27/2007 10:03:45 AM
This is fine poetry indeed, Jeanne; compelling and moving. It is worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/27/2007 5:44:34 AM
There is a touch of love beneath the surface of thoughts, a love for summer and the ensueing love of fall, riding in on the winds of September....a very nice view of this change of seasons...
nice.....
Art Sun...
Unmerciful, Because We Loved (Poetry) - 9/27/2007 5:26:52 AM
Wow! For a guy reading this I felt my own bosoms heavy with motherhood . . . How's THAT for understanding this poem of feminine mysticism on parade, which isn't really misticism at all, it is merely our DNA, plus a good bit of our ancestery . . . Gotta love it . . . This was good . . .
A Woman's notebook (Poetry) - 9/26/2007 8:49:36 PM
This poem left me speechless. Your words meet something that is deep inside of me. It is a very personal, unique poem, yet it is universally feminine in nature.
I simply loved it!
Axilea
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/9/2007 12:53:12 PM
It's the call of autumn that moves me as well.
"puffing little whispers through knot holes"
"and watch her toe-tapping in little gusts across the dust."
Such vivid pictures. Perfect feeling to match a perfect autumn day.
Very well done.
Leo
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/9/2007 10:20:44 AM
Enjoiyed the personifications and imageries presented.
Ahhh "Love Song for September" gave beautiful thoughts and colors~thank you!
Sincerely,
~Gwendolyn
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 2:13:14 PM
Delightful ... smooth and flowing and satisfying. Like a bowel of sweet berries and cream. Blessings Poetess ...
Richard
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/6/2007 7:08:01 PM
Superb personification of my favorite season, Jeanne René. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace,
Regis
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/6/2007 2:41:42 PM
A wonderful blend between photograph and written expression to lead the days into the arms of the fall....
Be safe,
Karen
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/6/2007 12:30:37 AM
A real relaxing day watching the summer day cascade into the slowly changing blotches of fall colors. enjoyed
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/5/2007 8:01:57 PM
One of the most remarkable works I have read about the coming change. This work had me sitting there with you and the ole dog, (although I probably would have given him a biscuit and barked at strangers for him). Thank you for this journey of words.
My best regards,
Chris
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/5/2007 6:24:19 PM
What a ovely ode to September. Seems like all we remember is the darkness of one September day, and forget the beauty surrounding us. Thank you for the reminder: excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Song for September (Poetry) - 9/5/2007 6:11:42 PM
How lovely. I read it three times and enjoyed it more each time. The last stanza ends it perfectly. Yet, it's a poem you don't want to end. You're a great poet jeanne rene and I'll be reading more.
Good Night (Poetry) - 7/18/2007 1:25:22 PM
Just what I needed before I switch off for another night here in south west Scotland.
Love the picture you painted in my mind but on the eve of the Open here in the UK and Tiger Woods just been interviewed, I may depart to Carnoustie and the final round in my dream where Tiger will be my partner. The power of dreams can not be contained.
Miller
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/22/2007 4:44:17 PM
Such a vivid, well crafted poem my friend......Beautiful!
Peace,
Bill
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/21/2007 11:02:58 AM
To me this reads like a lovely lullaby, Jeanne René. Lovely verses. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/19/2007 12:37:01 PM
So beautifully penned! It just floats and flows throughout, enjoyed.
Be safe,
Karen
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/19/2007 11:56:48 AM
This is beautiful jeannerene'. Like savoring delectable sweet plump berries, and afterwards being satisfied. Well done Poet!
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/19/2007 8:46:19 AM
soft, sensual and absolutely beautiful imagery and rhythm in this...splendid work here.
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/19/2007 4:11:23 AM
I love this poem, the imagery is stunning, the ambience delightful, makes me look forward to sleep!
Good Night (Poetry) - 6/19/2007 2:34:34 AM
jeannerené,
Very soothing, mellow and romantic poem. The imagery is outstanding. Bless You, Paul.
Grey cat jump up to my lap and pause with me (Poetry) - 2/28/2007 5:19:27 PM
You write with lucid insight into your surroundings. Crossing the boundaries of the tactile, and the philosophical, with the ease of a swinging pendulum. Does the cat know that it's being scrutinized by such a talent as you?
Light and Wisdom ...
purpose and the prairie (Poetry) - 2/25/2007 11:31:44 AM
This is fine poetry and your mastery of words shows, Jeanne René. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
Grey cat jump up to my lap and pause with me (Poetry) - 2/25/2007 11:30:21 AM
You have captured and conveyed the atmosphere surrounding you very effectively via your verses, Jeanne René. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis
moth wing (Poetry) - 2/24/2007 7:32:16 PM
"powders
of cyclic metamorphosis
in tawny and ivory tones,
shed from membranes in frantic flight."
Lyrical, sonorous, and so observant.......I enjoyed this very much Jeanne.....
Bill
purpose and the prairie (Poetry) - 2/23/2007 6:41:53 PM
you capture the quintessential movement of the prairie and its effect upon the soul, jeanne ... excellent write!
purpose and the prairie (Poetry) - 2/22/2007 7:59:59 AM
that is her Nature perfected here!!!
the picture speaks as well
great share!!!
