It’s been a rough year – I lost my mom a few months ago, and that’s just one of those challenges that makes you wonder how we humans walk around with ragged holes in our hearts. Add to that extra craziness at the day job, stressful medical news of my own, etc. etc. etc. But…
Pen trouble, scribble scrunch,A blank catastrophe.Orphaned notionsDribble to naught.Not a blockBlocks are solid.Chasm? Void? Abyss?What do you want?If I knew the right wordWe wouldn’t be here.We’d be writing. -Jenel Alan CreativityOriginalWorkPoetryWriting
A haiku in honor of the first day of autumn: Pumpkin leaves, crisp air,Cozy, yes, but I will missSalt water summer. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPoetryWater
We are each A universeExpanding and vast.Comets dragging the dustOf our pasts.Black holes that eatOur hearts to nothing.Dazzling nebulasWhere we shine, glorious,Against the dark.This skin you seeIs just camouflage packaging.We are, each one of us,A universe. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPoetry
The breeze breathes life,Flicker and swayTo my arboreal neighbors.My gaze makes them art,Wonder.They tell me to chill,Wonder. Green is not enough. Tree is not enough.My friends deserve a language wholeTo explain one liberated leafDancing gold and dark along the road. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryTrees
Sticky mist.Water hangs and hidesIn a fern curl,On a fence rail,Around the muddy cuff where the trail wentBoggy,Pools and crashesIn a tease through the treesOf the end and Beginning of the world. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater
I want to be the person who in bumper-to-bumper at 5:45 waves the other driver in. I want to be the writer who makes you feel at home in a fairy tale. I want to be the teacher that helps you find yourself in the sticky-glorious American past. I want to be the “Saint” who…
Night Owl’s Haiku Joy to see the sunLight the zigzag tops of treesBut still, yuck, morning. OriginalWorkPhotographyPoetryTrees
Poet Some days, not many, I’m a poet. I rein down the world.Force it to slow until I can seeThe clouds move andWords grab hold. I’m not one of the Emilysor Langston, of course.Who is? But some days,Not many,I’m a poet. -Jenel Alan CreativityPoetryWriting
Wrote this a few years ago on my first fall visit to the Pacific Northwest Coast. Now that I live here I’m even more aware that this part of the world can be beautiful any time of year. Now, if we can just get these fires and smoke to calm down…. “And Yet I Think…
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