On Visiting Ted

"Well, your face doesn't show no tragedy"

Ted Wilson, Dec 2011

Our Separate Beds

I am oft in awe
While in your bed
The comfort that I allow
   myself to experience
As I lie beneath the sheets
she picked out.

by Janet Jarrell



April is poetry month - long live Al Purdy!

International Women's Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Admit

So, she paints her face white
Looks deep in the mirror
To see if there is
anything there

"Am I worthy?"
"I am afraid."

She blesses herself
To prove she is clean
Then drinks back the wine
and takes the bread
She finally admits
who she is

A mystery

By Janet Jarrell

http://countylive.ca/blog/?p=10981

I Am...

Struck...as
My lips remain dumb
I am in awe of myself

Dancing in the rings of the full moon
Working in the fields, harvesting time

Remembering me yet
Not knowing me
In want of me

Je suis
tu es
ils est
elle est
nous sommes
...
No second chances
Mark has butter sandwiches
and you and Mimee
Turn out ok
Goo goo ga joob...

To admit (con't)

Before bed,
she painted her face
she wore her mask to bed
so no one would know her
                    in her dreams

She dreamt of painting
and dancing
Of speaking to Jesus
Of dating a woman
And writing
                the truth

All of these things
made her happy
As she slept

Want

A wee look into my thought process...

Mar 24/09

In search of wisdom and contentment, I start yet another journal - this one dedicated to truth and lies, poems and prose - me.

I want

My father died still in want
It is spring and the land is wanting
what lies beneath
not wanting to be found

I want

In want to be larger than life
Yet want to shrink away into nothingness
In want of a child
In want of Love
To be Loved
To Love

I want

Janet Jarrell

To Admit

So, she paints her face white
Looks deep in the mirror
To see if there is
anything there

"Am I worthy?"
"I am afraid."

She blesses herself
To prove she is clean
Then drinks back the wine
and takes the bread
She finally admits
who she is

A mystery