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The word: Dignity

Congratulations Martin! I’ve yet to get any of my poems published anywhere (except on this website, of course). But I keep trying. I sent off six poems to The New Yorker this week. . . . . . this will be my 4th try with them. Do they eventually get tired of rejecting you and publish something? I guess I will find out!

» Posted By Jolene On March 10, 2017 @ 1:59 pm

The word: Delight

Men
are a delight
or an irritation
when they behave
like Boys

» Posted By Jolene On February 1, 2017 @ 9:37 am

The word: Adventure

I traveled

England, Italy
Yugoslavia, Greece, Spain
Mexico, Alaska, Peru, Venezuela . . . .

Airports, airplanes
ferries, cars, roads, trails. . . . . .

Now I seek small adventures
A walk to the river
Sledding with my granddaughter
A cup of tea by the fire
A book of poetry in my lap

» Posted By Jolene On January 10, 2017 @ 9:33 am

Love your poem!
A small adventure.

» Posted By Jolene On January 10, 2017 @ 9:25 am

The word: Eudemonic

A Poem for Ken
by Jolene Starr

At Sun Ray Cafe we gathered
four then five then seven

Hugs and Eudemonic smiles all ’round
Chatted of travel, singing, music and harvests

Sixteen years ago I met him
my second week at the VA

He proudly showed me ’round 2P
that was his domain

Lunch at the Cottonwood Grille
Salmon and salads and sweet tea

We talked of San Antonio
the Riverwalk, Air Force, med schools

Southernisms so easy to pick up
y’all and I’m fixin’ to . . . . .

Shared confidences, he divorced
me married

That first year, I had lots of free time
Why didn’t the Chief give me more patients?

Long emails to Ken
shared stories of skiing, Bogus Basin, Sun Valley

An occasional flirtation.

Years passed.
I divorced, he married.

Once in a while a hello, how’s it goin’?
How are your daughters?

The VA changed. Now with a new Chief
sitting in a monthly, now weekly meeting

Ken and I in a corner
fidgeting, cracking jokes

Dr. Starr, Quiet, Be Quiet!
I stilled, silenced

Yes, we were a bit like junior high students
but laughing instead of screaming. . . . or crying

I sat up straighter, zipped my lip, not aware
this was only a harbinger of what was to come

2010, I’m leaving
can’t take the Big Cheese anymore

Ken and I in my office,
he’s come to say goodbye

We reminisce, I got to go.

He stands to leave
You are an attractive woman, very attractive

You mean damn good-lookin?
I blush, we laugh, we hug

Six more years
Our paths cross only a few times

But here we are again,
warriors exchanging emails

Maybe there’s one more fight left in both of us
Who knows?

» Posted By Jolene On December 11, 2016 @ 9:37 am

The word: Relevant

What is relevant?
I asked myself
as I sat at the table
with pancakes and bananas
mom, dad
daughters
grand-daughter

Large oaks shaded
the house, mostly
squirrels scurried
pecans lay in wait

Turkey roasted in the oven
potatoes boiled on the stove
black cats sat in the sunny spot
on the back of the sofa

Grace was said
hands clasped
food eaten
arguments unresolved
coffee served

Sun setting

» Posted By Jolene On November 24, 2016 @ 10:14 am

The word: Space

Once we allow space
in our days
in our home
in our life

We discover so much.

So many ways of feeling
of being

What if we are all of it?

And we get to choose who we are
in each moment!

» Posted By Jolene On October 21, 2016 @ 10:25 am

The word(s): Carpe Diem

When I was young, maybe 9 years old
we went to a stream
below a waterfall

We played in the sandy spot
where the water slowed
and swam in the large pool
beneath the falls

One day others came
we watched as they inched out above the
torrent, only feet from where it fell
over the precipice

Then moved to the edge
and jumped!

Inspired, my sister and I
carpe diem!
soon jumping and diving
into the deep aqua below

» Posted By Jolene On October 5, 2016 @ 11:01 am

The word: Waterfall

Love your poem, Elisabeth. Such wonderful imagery!

» Posted By Jolene On September 28, 2016 @ 9:54 am

The word: Sequin

The sequin gleamed in the dustpan
a shiny dot
that had fallen off
my grand-daughter’s tiara
or was it a left-over from
my daughter’s prom dress?
or maybe it dropped onto
the floor when the craft box got jostled.

Now it’s in the garbage can
who knows where it will show up next.

» Posted By Jolene On September 22, 2016 @ 2:25 pm

The word: Happiness

OH, I almost forgot. . . . we have those groups. They’re called parties!

» Posted By Jolene On September 15, 2016 @ 11:22 am

My new mission in life
to bring Joy to myself
and others

and is Happiness really so different
from Joy?

The sages (at least some of them) tell us there’s a difference
but frankly, I don’t care
I like ’em both.

Joy and Happiness, here I come!

» Posted By Jolene On September 15, 2016 @ 11:21 am

Martin, I love it! As I reformed psychiatrist, I can tell you that is mostly what happens at “self-help” groups! And Yes, even in the professional groups. . . . . . . . why not convene a group to rejoice in everything which isn’t going wrong?

» Posted By Jolene On September 15, 2016 @ 11:16 am

The word(s): Too much

Yes, expanding the container
the essence of me
sometimes feels like too much

But I am told
that this expansion is a good thing
that some day

The me that is more
will not feel like too much
it will just be
me

» Posted By Jolene On August 24, 2016 @ 3:15 pm

The word: Legendary

10 people
the youngest 7
the oldest 73
Molly the mule
Twinkle the pony
and three llamas
carrying heavy loads
so that we can hike unencumbered

The hike, formidable
3 1/2 miles
3000 ft. elevation gain

trekking up and up
along a stream
through meadows
Indian paintbrush
Lupine and Larkspur
white and yellow and purple
different shades of green

Ponderosa Pine
to Douglas Fir
to Blue Spruce
then Larch, that short-thin-needled
conifer that is deciduous
turns yellow in the fall

Finally we make camp
eat hearty stew
crawl exhausted into our tents
a hailstorm hits
pea-sized bits cover the ground
with white

The next day
another 1000 ft. hike/climb
up to Scatter Lake
a beauty gleaming blue
with plenty of trout for dinner

sound sleep
big breakfast
then reverse our steps
down, down, down

Pile ourselves
and our stock
into the vehicles
drive home.

A legendary hike
a legendary memory.

» Posted By Jolene On August 17, 2016 @ 5:07 pm

The word: Close

We are close.
Until something snaps closed.
An unkind word, a look, a judgement
who knows what?
how something is perceived.

Close and open.
then closed, snapped shut.

A loving touch
now open and close.

» Posted By Jolene On August 4, 2016 @ 9:42 am

The word: Fluidity

The pain and stiffness
of my low back
reminds me how energy
needs to flow through the body.

Energy, like water
flows fluidly
where knots have been dissolved
by love.

» Posted By Jolene On July 13, 2016 @ 8:31 am

The word: Sensuous

My man brings me coffee in bed every morning
No expectations, just the aroma of coffee
and the sensuous moment.

» Posted By Jolene On July 6, 2016 @ 9:36 am

The word: Unforgettable

Love it Martin! I’ve been to England a few times but never to Stonehenge. Sigh. . . . . so many places, unforgettable.

» Posted By Jolene On June 30, 2016 @ 9:54 am

A poem must transport
us to a wholly new place
yet it must also be a touch familiar
like gazing at the majesty of Mt. Ranier
from the valley after a long hike
unforgettable
yet still known.

» Posted By Jolene On June 2, 2016 @ 10:29 am

The word: Mental Health

After too many years
in mental health
both psychiatrist
and patient

I’ve determined the real question is not
Myself or myself
but MySelf and MySelves

the committee gets too crowded
one must take control
but who will it be today?

Not easy to decide
sometimes the strongest
sometimes the stubbornest
sometimes able to breathe in and out
and some other Self comes forward

Maybe it’s the wounded dogs turn?

» Posted By Jolene On May 4, 2016 @ 2:36 pm

The word: Sunshine

You are my Sunshine
My mother used to sing
Now I sing it to my grand-daughter

You make me happy
I make myself happy
Yes, Singing makes me happy
I sing every day now
to myself

And to anyone else
who wants to listen.

» Posted By Jolene On April 9, 2016 @ 9:03 am

The word: Heart

The ways of the heart are mysterious
but shine through the eyes
sadness, mirth, joy, benediction
they cannot tell lies.

» Posted By Jolene On March 23, 2016 @ 10:54 pm

The word: Tea

Yep, been there. . . . love that you included the youtube video!

» Posted By Jolene On March 18, 2016 @ 9:08 pm

In my little Balinese cottage in Candidasa
making a cup of tea.

Boiling water into white ceramic cup
covers the bag of Yellow Label Lipton

Looking through canisters on shelf above the sink
Sugar? No, Salt!
I reach for another

Some milk would really be nice
Ever since my travels in the Cotswalds in England
I love to have my tea with milk

Oh, well, have to do without
Can’t have everything
Last night, arriving in Candidasa
too tired to search for store for groceries

A knock on the door
Who can that be?
A small Balinese woman, dressed in yellow and black
batik patterned blouse
and unmatched blue and white skirt

“I brought breakfast,” says she
holding out a small bag
“Oh,” I say, reaching out to take it

“I Ketut, I clean,”
“Later,” she adds.

Startled, I simply say thank you
In the bag, I find:
a loaf of white bread
four brown eggs
and “Ultra Milk.”

Sitting on the lanai, staring out at the ocean
Sipping Tea
I chuckle.

Wow, the power of thought is working well for me today!

» Posted By Jolene On March 18, 2016 @ 6:48 am

The word: Succulent

Succulent Wild Woman,
That’s me today
bag packed to the gills
clothes I won’t wear, but just in case
txt says flight cancelled
on no!

Woman at United
scowl on her face
no other options
you’ll have to rebook for tomorrow
But I’m meeting my sister today, then
we’re on to Bali at 4

She doesn’t crack a smile
tells me to check SouthWest
I do. No can’t get you there
Delta rep more easy-going, looks for options
Ah, you can try this, but you have to
go back to United, they must rebook

Back at United, same scowling woman
but another steps up, I can help you
You’re in luck, they (whoever they is) just opened
up seats on an earlier, delayed flight
You’re on!

Now at the gate
Hoping the fog in SF will clear
will this flight make it out, and then IN?
Will the EVA Air flight make it IN, then OUT?
Deep easy breaths help me keep
my succulent wild woman demeanor

Still waiting to see, what happens
in this succulent wild woman adventure

» Posted By jolene On March 9, 2016 @ 11:55 am

The word: Fambambulous

I thought
is that really a word?
Maybe it’s just one I’ve never heard
but then again, it sounds more like a
made-up one. Something meaning
Fabulous and Rambunctious
Like kid goats playing on rock mountains
their little hooves spritely jumping from stone
to stone

But my mind wouldn’t rest until I knew
so I googled it. Fambambulous – Nope, no such word
but instead it directed me to Flamnambulous
a decidedly Fambambulous rhythm
so intriguing I copied the youtube address
and sent it to my daughter
who is a drummer

» Posted By Jolene On March 2, 2016 @ 2:44 pm

The word: Moist

The moist spot between her legs
belied
the stoicism on her face.

» Posted By Jolene On February 24, 2016 @ 6:26 pm

The word: Organic

Jeanne, love your poem. Simple and Elegant!

» Posted By Jolene On January 20, 2016 @ 1:47 pm

The word: Truculently

You must have been flying Southwest
which in the early 80’s was known as SouthWorst
and for me it still carries that stigma

I rarely fly it unless it gives me a $100 or more savings
and a direct flight to my destination

A flight to visit my sister
for my brother-in-law’s 60th birthday
my husband was flying in the opposite direction
to accompany my 14-year-old daughter to
cheerleaders competition

I was flying SouthWorst with my two younger daughters
ages 9 and 11
SouthWorst boarded “families with small children” or
maybe they said “infants.”

At any rate, I did not jump into this “pre-boarding” line
since my daughters were no longer “small” or “infants”

When our time came to board, there were no more than two seats together,
so I put my two daughters together
and I sat half a plane away
A very uncomfortable flight for me

On the way back, the same thing happened again
(I guess I am a slow-learner)
An older gentleman saw what was happening
and he graciously offered me his seat and arranged
for all three of us to sit together

I still feel gratitude for this gentleman
and a sting of anger toward Southwest

In the world I grew up in
11-year-old girls were not safe alone
even if accompanied by 9-year-old sisters

But in the ensuring years I have become more truculent
more willing to stand up for myself, even if others
say my feelings make no sense

» Posted By Jolene On December 30, 2015 @ 10:52 am

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