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Lisa Jensen-Lewis Poem
Groggy, in need I arise,
Not bothering to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
Another sleepless night
as my legs wiggle, and torture me from the inside.
What remedy this time will I try?
I'm not certain,
it seems everything once has been tried.
So back to the same old, same old, I go -
my Earl Grey.
The cupboard door scrapes open,
Blindly I reach my hand inside,
find the container - find the tea, then
Swing open the small cupboard by the sink,
Grab the tallest mug, water, tear open the pouch,
And inhale.
Pause -
Part of my routine,
Inhale the powerful aroma of
my Earl Grey tea.
Toss the bag it lands to float on the water
in my large mug,
Then two minutes in the microwave,
Add the French Vanilla, and I am ready for my buzz.
Ah, here we are,
I sit on the spare room bed,
Lift my mug and inhale again,
let the flavor fill my head,
and sip, hot, steaming, burning
yet, healing liquid,
I am hoping it
will relax and return me to my bed.
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2013
Copyright © Lisa Jensen-Lewis | Year Posted 2013
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Lisa Jensen-Lewis Poem
Winter Freedom
I gaze out my frosty parlour window,
To take in the magical wintry sight,
The evergreens sway in swirling snow,
That transforms the streets to carpets of white,
Burdens of life into crystals so bright,
Filling my heart with Winter’s weightless light.
In times so recent mountains are too high,
I struggle to climb over, but cannot,
Which ensues an involuntary sigh,
No one notices how hard I have fought,
Scrapes, diverse bruises acquired for naught?
Victory escapes; though steadily sought.
Effortlessly each flake floats freely forth,
Mindless of its fated destination,
Unaware that others measure its worth,
From the birth of each crystal creation,
To scapes of flake reunification,
Above the natter; matchless elation.
The minutes spent allow me to absorb
Winter’s view, calmed by its burden free orb.
(Sonnet)
12/27/2018
Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Lisa Jensen-Lewis | Year Posted 2018
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Lisa Jensen-Lewis Poem
What Images We Recall?
What images we recall,
As cannons fire, release their smoke?
Mud drenched battlefields abroad
Rat infested
Trenches full of comrades bodies
That offer warmth while they die
Implore us to continue the fight
“Win the war, and stand firm
That freedom remains, our children to
Obtain.”
What images we recall?
As poppies fasten to lapels,
Blood red petals, black powder centers.
Medals, uniforms, wreaths,
Reveille.
Swift steps, barbed wire,
Comrades falling, helpless we stare
Continue on, maimed and broken
Our task this position we must secure.
What images we recall?
Our grandchild’s hand lost in our grasp
Remembrance of the reason
We put our lives on hold
Our sacrifice,
We recall
The reason for it all
Our future generation -
Our reward.
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2011
Copyright © Lisa Jensen-Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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Lisa Jensen-Lewis Poem
Let me off -
Stuffed
Weighted chest
life was to change, improve
Instead
the pain grips me
my gaze won't stay focused
eyelids insist on closing
Let me die
End this pain
End this life
Will it then end?
Shall I try?
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2011
Copyright © Lisa Jensen-Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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