I heard from heaven today
I am fine
I'm more than fine
I'll see you when you get here
Morse Code
Triangles
Triangles triangles
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray
(crusts facing out
points facing in and)
Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because
When
Death
Comes
Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth
Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss
Keep one
From coming
Undone
Confessions
young and pretty
old and careworn
both
she gave me perfume
(i can still smell it)
foreign and fragrant
tempting
a gift
(of sorts)
from
a traveler through
her used body
how did she end up here
(hotelier come escort)
no one told her
she would
never stop crying
for the babe
she had
no way for
so she told me
a stranger
Blondie
I see your
blond blown out hair
everywhere
Is their dresser using the same color as you
the same product
the same brush
to tame the wildness
Would that it was on your head
Instead of theirs
and you would turn and
see me and laugh and say
Heeeeeyyyyyyy
Dreaming
Your cheek dances like dust upon
Mine
Gentle in the pre-dawn light
Linger
Silent
Touch and glance suffice to
know and be known
We conspire
Strong in each other
To face the come what may
Waking now
Heaven recalls
I rise reluctant to
Face
The
Day
Thank you for being with me for a wee while dear heart
Thank you for being with me
I miss you
How I miss you
I miss you
How I miss you
Gargantuan
Tears tremble Threaten to spill At every remembrance Of An old grief Yet gargantuan (I should be over this by now) I’m tired Embarrassed Overwhelmed Afraid Ashamed What if I start crying Will I ever stop
03.09.18
The day you left The world (my world) Was torn asunder And heaven (my heaven) Was made whole See you soon dearheart See you soon Cause (with the Lord a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years is like a day) Hurray
Leaving
I dreamt of you Real and ethreal Your broad strong capable back Leaving (again) And I Breath in new courage To face the day Again
Too
You're not enough You’re too much You’re too young You’re too old You're too sexy You're too plain You know too much You know too little You’ve got two x’s You should have one y You don’t fit in You’ll never fit in Unless we say you do (and we won’t can't don't) Jesus Jesus Jesus Help me crawl into our Poppa’s lap I need to hear Him say again You’re my child Too And I made you Just so My child My child My child
Auntie Fern
Homemade bread and Ice cold well water (tastes of iron but still) Garden cukes (sliced just right) Butter Salt mmmm
Colleen R. Jantzen 