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Jeannene Huthmaker Poem
The pedestal stood slender, sleek
Shadowing, dwarfing and scaring the meek
Oak braids spun around the base
Racing skyward with forcible haste
Where at the peak the rope twisted and twirled
Revealing the plateau, which held the world.
Resting silently in ice like form
Amidst a hectic life style storm
Stands a chalice with perfect flaws
And from the breath its power draws
Mystic magic echoing laughter
Containing a life much sought after
Color like a summer morning sky
Enthralling, calling and seducing the eye
The precious contents protected in glass
Standing so solid the times surpass
Until unknown forces rush the form
Bringing the unpredictable storm
Life which till now had stood still
Began to shake, tip, and spill
We held our wills and our breath
Walking a line, enchanting death
The vase stirred, danced, and dipped
Certainty and confidence began to slip
And it began its journey down
Falling faster approaching the ground
I prep my ears and wait for the shatter
I prep my eyes for the following scatter
Lost farewells taunt my tongue
Numbing sorrow overhead hung
The form and life did meet the end
Yet no sharp shards did it send
It landed softly, it had not pounced
It reacted, impacted and then it bounced
Copyright © Jeannene Huthmaker | Year Posted 2006
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Jeannene Huthmaker Poem
I can feel the anger within my fingers
The infuriating recollection forever lingers
I sway to the beat of the singing blues
And pick up the memory, it’s mine to use
I feel it still and still I become
The electric music, I hear it hum
My legs, closed. My wings, spread.
Second time around, I break you instead
Standing whole, its now over and done
I let you chose. Fight, hide or run
No longer climbing, I am the well
Deep and clear, with wisdom I swell
Reflecting cloudless, clear blue skies
A lux light to which now blinds YOUR eyes
Beware the angel, her wings will smother
Beware the wolf, with courage like no other
Beware the owl whose eyes do pierce
Beware the tiger, both beautiful and fierce
Beware the snake, unnoticed and unseen
Beware the waters, both troubled and serene
Blocked by a shield of immense immunity
Beware the girl, the barefoot beauty.
Copyright © Jeannene Huthmaker | Year Posted 2006
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Jeannene Huthmaker Poem
I crumble with a setting sun
The colors streak and I come undone
Quiet invades despite cicadas sick
Emerging a year late on a low burnt wick
Colors infect the sky like spilt paint
An early moon visible however faint
Goes looming racing and panting west
I put down my flowers and await the test
I am left to myself, these nightly battles
With each new star my confidence rattles
Once I used to wear the moon about my neck
When I was the sky and she was the speck
My constant blanket, I undo my hair
Split and raw from each nights’ wear
I stand to fight, this will not pass
My naked feet find cool wet grass
I reach in one pocket and pull out my past
And from the other, a future wide and vast
Armed I destroy a black velvet veil
And slowly but surly the night does pale
I replace my weapons and tie my hair
And watch a sun, both new and rare.
Copyright © Jeannene Huthmaker | Year Posted 2005
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