I hear birdsong from the front yard
and rain sounds from the back
the quiet whir of the ceiling fan above
with a napping dog on the floor
the silver keys are tapping
beneath my flying fingertips
I’m still in pajamas
even though it’s well past lunch
ah, yes, my favorite kind of day
breathe in
breathe out
just drinking in
the sounds of a quiet house
for the children
are with their Papa
I peeked inside my wedding ring to see the engraving, “JMT - MTB 5-31-97”.
Yep. It’s today! Happy 15th Anniversary to my wonderful husband!
I love you and look forward to celebrating many more anniversaries together.
~ Janean
“I believe in synchronicity. I believe that when you begin to notice seemingly unrelated things connecting in a meaningful way… that it’s the universe whispering in your ear, saying, Yes love, you are on the right path, keep going, I’ve got your back.” ~Amanda of “Kind Over Matter” blog
Eliza Poe was an actress and died at the age of 24, less than a month before Edgar Allen Poe turned three years old. Thank you google and wikipedia. Now I know more than before about a woman I never thought of once until today. She sounds rather remarkable.
~ Janean
today I found myself wondering
what was Poe like as a child
was he all moody, broody darkness
from an early age
or did he have an impish grin
and a way of laughing at his own joke
before saying the punch line aloud
what did his mother think
did she worry
did she fret
or did she love him a little more
and stand between him and the world
lookin’ for a fight
if anyone dared hurt her little boy
for it’s all right to be different
to not follow the crowd
but it’s not all right to tease and belittle
those who see the world through poet’s eyes
today I found myself wondering
about Edgar Allen Poe’s mother
If I could eat, sleep, breathe art I’d be skinnier, covered in glue and paper pieces from collaging and smiling a serene smile because making art smooths out all the jagged edges on the inside, where no one can see. I love the process of making art as much as I love art itself. I’m smiling that smile now and sighing happy sighs because I’ve been making art for a few days straight. I created art last week too. Oh, yes. I needed that. More than I knew. Best of all, I’m not done yet. Round three shall begin once the laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, soccer games, school programs and orchestra concerts are done… I can’t wait to get started! ~ Janean
the stars are bright in the night sky
I could see the craters on the not quite full moon
the breeze was but a whisper
temperatures are balmy
the air is still heavy with humidity from sequential days of rain
feels like a summer night
tank top
flip flops
and all
soon
for the school year
is nearly done
