Shine
September 1, 2015 at 1:00 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Poetry | Leave a commentTags: Art, Joan Desmond poetry
Only
Within a universe
of a trillion stars
I breathe, therefore I am
I think, I’m a thinker
I love, I’m a lover
I walk, I’m a walker
I stumble
I fall
I rise
Within a universe
of a trillion stars
I sing, I’m a singer
I dance, I’m a dancer
I drum, I’m a drummer
I paint, I’m a painter
I stumble
I fall
again I rise
Only
the soul knows
when I started
where I traveled
how I came
to this
brief twinkle
Within a universe
of a trillion stars
-Joan Desmond 2015
Are You Well Versed?
April 15, 2013 at 10:23 am | Posted in Art Studio, Poetry | Leave a commentTags: Art, Joan Desmond poetry, National Poetry Month, Poetry
We are halfway through National Poetry Month, which highlights this literary form. See also April Is Poetry Month. So have a go at it. Pull out that anthology. Read some words, maybe craft some rhyme, and verse up your month.
The wind blows the dirt
It flies in furtively
through window screens
disguised as fresh air
it scurries
over furniture
hides
under couches
I chase it down
scoop it up
and throw it
in the can
Then, once a week
it is tranported
isolated
in the back
of a white truck
twenty-five miles
or so
I take it to the dump
release it
into the landfill
and there
the wind blows the dirt
The Wind Blows the Dirt by Joan Desmond 2013
April Is Poetry Month!
April 11, 2012 at 10:12 pm | Posted in Considering Ideas, Poetry | 1 CommentTags: Academy of American Poets, evolution, Joan Desmond poetry, National Poetry Month, Poetry
Last month, March, was Youth Art Month. The Council for Art education thought of that. This month, April, is Poetry Month. Apparently this was initiated by the Academy of American Poets. It’s nice to know these things. I’m game for anything that spotlights and awakens the various creative muses. For poetry month I’ve been spurred by two friends and their insistent daily output so I’m at the keyboard composing Day Poems, that is, something every day, mostly, to keep up.
I’m sharing two poems-one old, one new, the first kind of cheeky, fun and an old favorite, the second one reflective. Let me know what you think.
Squishy white bread
Squishy white bread
is not good for me
but feels fine sandwiched in my fingers
especially with sticky peanut butter
wedged into the fold of it
next to some real butter
not good either
So full of Wonder when I was nine
at such a find
coming from Holland
with the heavy whole wheats
and dark hearty ryes
one piece would fortify all day
In Cincinnati it took 8 slices
of the white stuff
to weigh down the stomach
But what squeezy fun
those white bread balls for creek fishing
or sculpted into ammo
to lob at the American kids.
Joan Desmond 2/24/00
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Evolution
Imagine
an endless space
and that your fingers
can touch infinite length
Visualize each possible answer
knowing your mind
can answer all questions
Think of every conceivable color
understanding their ultimate harmony
Hear all possible sounds
familiar with each vibration
Consider every possible number
as you
remember all the sequences
and that this is your destiny
this is who you really are
endless, infinite
touching forever and all
so much more than
“me, me, me” and “I”
Joan Desmond 4/11/12
Transition…
September 14, 2011 at 12:00 pm | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a commentTags: Joan Desmond poetry, mixed media, September
Yesterday’s rough-edged rain
slashed away
summer’s gray smoke
cut loose
bound earth fragrance
ripped first leaves
spiraling down
Today’s soft clouds
float in fresh blue
awakened memories
mist over plump soil
curl in morning’s cool fringe
A familiar awareness
beckons
–J Desmond
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