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Best Poems Written by Janis Kirstein

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A Luxury Sedan

A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.


Suntapped tapers of autumn branches 
Spread and splinter, stark and bare
Against a sky of steely grey.
Heavy forks of oak and maple
Interlace in timeless arcs.
Complex fractals form labyrinths
Against a sky of pale contrast.

Through this nest of wood there passes
A road alive with sounds that ebb and flow
Of passing tires on hardened pavement
Sending sounds of whispered lapping
Like the sound of ocean waves
Softly washing a moonlit bank.

The sounds emerge and fade again
As swiftly as the sinking sound
Of silken sand drifting from a hand, 
Then subside again leaving only silence.
A lingering lapse of time unmoved 
Remains behind – an eternal lair.

All around the darkening road,
Trees rise stately, solid, strong.
Branches lift in exaltation
In a greeting to face the evening.
Dusk moves gently, stealing slowly, 
Like the folding of a mourning dove’s wing.

And still the sound of sighs persist,
Of passing cars on cold asphalt.
Untouched, unmoved by nature’s grace.
Without a glance, the drivers move
To never taste the felicity
Of the silent song within 
The deeply shadowed surrounding wood. 


A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.

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Savage Peril: Ode To Our Earth

Torn from our roots
The chaos ensues.

Broken from family, 
The surface unravels.

From this revealed,
A new life emerges.

See the next forms
To sustain a new life.

Make art from chaos.
This is your life.

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Summer Iris

I lie imprisoned within my own
Walls,
Yet before me unfolds the silken white petals
Of ethereal rest.

Emerging before me, the spectacle stands
Like the salutation of an aurora borealis
Scudding across a cold northern land.

Bending before me in arching silence,
Translucent caverns of luminosity
Turn in the halo of late summer light.

Radiance reflects off early morning dew
Like brilliant shocks of lightning unleashed,
Bestowing upon me a retinal dance.

Undulations of refracting light
Awaken in me a healing release
That removes the black shrouds 
Of pain held within.

Oh tender white temple, appease my soul.
Like an aria of light emanating from within,
The face of a summer iris greets me as a friend.

White songs lie embraced
In a sea of citron 
Evoking a rest and release for the soul. 

The darkness then lifts with a gentle exhale,
In the balm of the rising of a sweet sultry breeze.

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From My Window

From my window, Ash white bark appears in criss cross formation,
Revealing thickets of frost covered spruce
And red holly berries,
Swinging high in the bright sunny day.

Though the world presses hard and forebodingly 
Against my quiet haven
And shards of stark harshness
Crush and defile from the outside world,
Nature prevails with glimmering views of the devine--
A blessing to be felt and a serenity to hold.

I sit in repose where I can look to our God,
Dwelling amongst us,
As thickets of bright bare branches shift and bend, 
And full boughs of silver needles
Paint a glittering stroke across the winter’s cold sun.

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Painting

Motions tilt through shifting planes,
Flat and square--regular at first, 

but then. . .

Ignite the blankness with  roaring fire.
Frost the whiteness with cooling azure haze.
Brush, scrub, dip splash, mark, drag, map.
Make a work of art--
Cold in its inception,
Hot in its realization.

Cool and warm mingle, then mesh,
To form a bond 
To set yet another mind free at last.