Posts Tagged ‘JGrace musings’

Poem – Tree Home

April 7, 2009

By JGrace

will outlive me.
are still the same size, but you
thickened, supple no longer. Our trunks
already home. Thirty years later, We have
and Mom is calling, “time to come in, but I am
I wake to step on clawing fingers of neighborhood boys,
the world, and sleep, for daring seconds, in trust up above.
then with hushed movements, as walkers pass, I sit atop
Potato chips and stolen cookies are a treetop feast,
stealthily down, to settle in strong branches.
fling me to exposed roots, so I slide
and I am a breeze. You threaten to
your branches sway wildly
and higher, till
Climb higher
point.
balance
over a
trunk
to your
my trunk
leg up, boost
I jump, swing my

TREE HOME

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A Poem for Those who are Losing Their Homes

January 18, 2009

MOVING OUT

There are some homes
you can never leave.
Their grass will always be greener.

You walk on floors
connected
to the center of the earth.

The water from their taps
come from the spring
of your deepest dreams.

The trees have grown beside you,
and you know you would
never cut them down.

Is it my imagination, or are those palms
drooping lower? Edges of shrubs starting
to brown? Is this the way yards mourn?

Some houses you can never leave.
You move the furniture out
but the pieces remain, invisible.

and now your footsteps
patter
across rugless expanses

Butterflies fly in and out,
oblivious.
They don’t live here anyway.

The patio, empty of furniture,
is a striped shadow of minutes
ticking away.

Draw the curtains over unmet dreams:
that book you never got
to write,

the lover who was once
in your bed
who never came back.

The house holds your orgasms
as they echos through empty rooms
looking for you.

Some houses you can never leave.
They come back to taunt you as you
look for a new house,

lovely and pale, but most inferior
with too much dust,
creaking and reeking of the past owners.

They are pale, mere shadows
of the real arches and posts
that drove your life home,

as you bustled in and out
without ever thinking
you would leave.

You almost wish you had burned it down
that time you charred beans
filled it with smoke,

and now you are alarmed
with every ounce of longing
as you close the door behind you.

You do not see but it is breaking,
ready to follow you
with wood and beams clattering in a parade

like cheerleaders urging you to find
new land
and a steady spot.

You swing open the gate
but you too start
to break.

No wonder, the new owners
won’t feel at home.
Because your spirit has never left.

by JGrace

Poem – Jorge

December 24, 2008

That’s Jorge

Humility
is when someone older
can bend their knees easier than you
and washes your floors with love;

is when he then says,
“You always care for me.”
But he brings presents for my parents
without ever having met them.

and he says, “Put a card inside,
in English, and say, ‘From Jorge.
Although I don’t know you,
I know you through your daughter.”

“I hope your father will like the little sculpture,
although they are dead people,
playing piano and the corpse singing.”

And the nativity scene.
“Is your mother Catholic?” he asked.
No, but she thinks of God on Christmas,”
I said, hoping it was true.
“So this nativity scene, she’ll like it.”

And inside was a Joseph and a Mary, and a little baby.
And behind, with the smallest of wings,
in the background.
A little angel.
That’s Jorge.

by JGrace

Welcome Friends, Poetry readers, Visionaries, and other Earth Inhabitants

August 1, 2008

FLOURISHING IN CRISIS

Now is the moment to start.
Imagine a pathway through the thick underbrush
of world events and manipulations

Where we, the loving inhabitants
the good, the decent, those with conscience
vision, hope and longing

Can come together
in a dialogue of honest evaluation
fearless in facing what is happening.

Once we understand what is taking place on earth,
and lose the last of our illusions
real adult dream-building can begin.

Let us hold hands to have the strength
to get past our denial, fears, anger, blame,
grieving

to imagine that we can Flourish
in a world that is seemingly
falling apart.

Now in a world full of less,
perhaps we can experience more of the best in us,
the fulfillment of what we were each created for.

Here your DREAMS are welcomed,
Your IDEAS are allowed to develop.
OUR friendship and harmony will sustain us.

I am with you in this process.

Love,
JGrace