Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

Yesterdays News

Contracting iris, I split my eyes
Pouring forth gold from a can opened sky
Globular syrup thickens the glue
Canopy black turns to canopy blue
Erasing the stars and so tragically you

Conducting the birds in an orchestral play
Rolls out red carpet that heralds the day
Baptising the sun, offsetting the gun

A kiss breathes my cheek ...
Her promisory gust goes to ruffle the leaves
In mischievous dance a dry leaf she twirls
Invites to forget and does a pirouette
My poetry pages she turns to ballet

Good morning miss... dismissive girl.. I say...
Grabs the news from my feet
Blows me away - three of us chase down the street

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Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 9:46 AM That is a picture in my mind; the newspapers freedom dance, the breeze/ girl and you in your jimmies hieing down the street. A morning to celebrate. ; Jannie Breedt January 4, 2018 at 3:31 PM You are super sharp Patricia. Your imagination can dance with mine. Thank you

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 13, 2017 at 1:24 PM I knew what the poem was about, of course, thanks to the Poet's Notes, Jannie. Lol! Great imagery ... the metaphors, the descriptive prose, it all works, it's all good. Masterfully crafted poem. Your unique style of writing is so enjoyable. Ty for sharing your voice w/us. Love and peace to you. Jannie Breedt July 5, 2017 at 6:37 AM I often wonder about you Freddie. Youre simply the most beatiful soul I wish I could meet. Thank you and soorry about my late reply. I was going through a thing -again

Andrea Dietrich December 16, 2016 at 11:43 PM this is utterly delightful, Jannie. I love it. Jannie Breedt December 16, 2016 at 11:50 PM Well you seem to understand it. Thanks for stopping by.

Jean Murray December 16, 2016 at 12:44 PM Let me guess....a love one passed and your broken darkened heart had given up. Until a younger miss catches your eye. Blows you away in fact until you skip like a young thing yourself down the street. Jean Murray December 17, 2016 at 5:16 AM I did read the notes Jannie. I must have a one track mind. Jannie Breedt December 16, 2016 at 3:26 PM Sort of NO Jean. You didnt read the notes ha ha. I think youre very sweet. I did all that too though. Young things just want money.I am cured broke

CayCay Godwin December 12, 2016 at 5:40 AM Jannie - you just commented on one of my poems and there was no indication that you received my message to you via Soup mail, so I'm telling and asking you about it here????? Send me a Soup mail, unless you cannot, k? Jannie Breedt December 18, 2016 at 4:37 AM When she speaks I LISTEN.... Jannie Breedt December 18, 2016 at 4:27 AM When she speaks I LISTEN....

Jan Allison December 12, 2016 at 2:17 AM I find your imagery absolutely fascinating Jannie I too am a little confused of the actual meaning of the poem. I adore the lines about dawn breaking those first two stanzas are breath taking but the meaning of ending threw me a little BUT like CayCay I LOVE it:-) hugs Jan x7 Jannie Breedt December 18, 2016 at 4:41 AM Hi Jan, to the three of you I say PUTZ. cause Andrea got it. Ha ha. Poor Jean stood in it feet first. Im having fun

CayCay Godwin December 11, 2016 at 7:34 PM How's this for honest - I have no idea what your poem is about and yet I completely love each stanzas word delivery! My cognitive skills ARE impaired - sometimes I don't get poems, but man oh man does your word order and imagery excite the poet in me - just spectacular, Jannie. I'm laughing that I love a poem I don't understand! Laugh with me?? And I'm truly infatuated with your descriptions! CayCay Jannie Breedt December 18, 2016 at 4:30 AM I am so glad for your and Paloma's honesty. I am too chicken to say when i dont get yours.

Paloma P December 10, 2016 at 7:02 AM Intriguing Jannie, could be about Autumn zephyrs, poetry's promise or that girl that turned your head. Or all of the above. :) Whichever it is, enjoyable read, love the pirouette. Jannie Breedt December 18, 2016 at 4:34 AM To get word from Paloma is like a visit from the queen. Confusing YOU is something that I never thought I could do. Those zephyrs and words that you dig out of Egyptian hyrogliphs leave me mizmuzzled