LOW ON THE HORIZON
Dawn,
amber sun,
moves me,
low on the horizon.
You've come again,
oblique,
winter's novel angle.
Thus,
I write anew,
to a love lost in Shangri La,
ancient as honey.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
December 13, 2011
13.12.11
20.11.11
CLOTHED IN MAGENTA
CLOTHED IN MAGENTA
Who could not feel happiness upon seeing the reflection,
when thoughts,
neither black nor white,
have clothed them in magenta?
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 20, 2011
Who could not feel happiness upon seeing the reflection,
when thoughts,
neither black nor white,
have clothed them in magenta?
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 20, 2011
4.11.11
LOOKING FOR EAGLES
LOOKING FOR EAGLES
The flamboyant avocado
ne'er to be found as
pantry moth larvae
deftly navigate the ceiling.
Mysterious odors disseminating
from kitchen cabinets pose as
text messages questioning
dog food label syntax.
Insidious thoughts conjured up
from a presumptuously "normal" life answer why
I have started looking for eagles.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 4, 2011
The flamboyant avocado
ne'er to be found as
pantry moth larvae
deftly navigate the ceiling.
Mysterious odors disseminating
from kitchen cabinets pose as
text messages questioning
dog food label syntax.
Insidious thoughts conjured up
from a presumptuously "normal" life answer why
I have started looking for eagles.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 4, 2011
1.11.11
BY HEART
BY HEART
We play each other over and over,
moon and sun,
on a landscape uninhibited,
love's melodies,
learned by heart.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 1, 2011
We play each other over and over,
moon and sun,
on a landscape uninhibited,
love's melodies,
learned by heart.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
November 1, 2011
25.10.11
CALLTO EXPLORE
CALL TO EXPLORE
A revelatory glance
that draws in and pushes away simultaneously,
you, oh mirror of internal recognition,
calling to explore my love,
discover every day.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 25, 2011
A revelatory glance
that draws in and pushes away simultaneously,
you, oh mirror of internal recognition,
calling to explore my love,
discover every day.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 25, 2011
19.10.11
FLOCK OF BIRDS
FLOCK OF BIRDS
Thoughts fly off,
a flock of birds.
Conversations dangle,
prayer flags in the wind.
Love, you arise in still waters,
bubbles in a glass, bedside, overnight.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 19, 2011
Thoughts fly off,
a flock of birds.
Conversations dangle,
prayer flags in the wind.
Love, you arise in still waters,
bubbles in a glass, bedside, overnight.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 19, 2011
17.10.11
LIVING LIFE
LIVING LIFE
Living life,
exposed roots
love light.
Inextricably tied by our ribbon of melodies,
all that lies hidden under the surface,
has become far more formidable.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 16, 2011
Living life,
exposed roots
love light.
Inextricably tied by our ribbon of melodies,
all that lies hidden under the surface,
has become far more formidable.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 16, 2011
16.10.11
OH MR. EDITOR
OH MR. EDITOR
Oh Mr. Editor,
busy man in your well-appointed office,
Nefertiti on a corner pedestal,
altar-boy feet in garish blue wing-tipped shoes,
inextricably controlling the opined,
hot water and towels,
at the birth of another dimension.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 12, 2011
Oh Mr. Editor,
busy man in your well-appointed office,
Nefertiti on a corner pedestal,
altar-boy feet in garish blue wing-tipped shoes,
inextricably controlling the opined,
hot water and towels,
at the birth of another dimension.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 12, 2011
3.10.11
TREES STRIP-TEASE
Trees strip-tease, foiled by golden light.
Widespread, October now shines freely.
Enticed by brightly-colored beauty but for a short while,
lovers wait patiently until they strip bare.
Only then, true form appears,
brilliant, stark potential in cold and darkness.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 3, 2011
Widespread, October now shines freely.
Enticed by brightly-colored beauty but for a short while,
lovers wait patiently until they strip bare.
Only then, true form appears,
brilliant, stark potential in cold and darkness.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 3, 2011
1.10.11
FLOODGATES
FLOODGATES
Saturate, soak, drench me to the bone, keep pouring through.
Though the reservoir is full, I've opened the floodgates for you.
September 30, 2011
Saturate, soak, drench me to the bone, keep pouring through.
Though the reservoir is full, I've opened the floodgates for you.
September 30, 2011
29.9.11
PRISMATIC SHAFTS
Prismatic shafts of light,
through chinks in your armor, shine so bright.
The color that I see
depends on the angle relative to me.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 29, 2011
through chinks in your armor, shine so bright.
The color that I see
depends on the angle relative to me.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 29, 2011
28.9.11
WILDEBEEST
WILDEBEEST
My instincts return,
herd of wildebeest in search of greener pastures.
You, having picked off the weak,
leave me with thunder.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 28, 2011
My instincts return,
herd of wildebeest in search of greener pastures.
You, having picked off the weak,
leave me with thunder.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 28, 2011
27.9.11
SHUT IT BEHIND YOU
I have been holding the goddamn door open for you
It has let in
the winds
the rains
the snow
the cold
the heat
wry jokes
Son of Sam
dust and pollen
many seething insults
a yellow car with bad shocks
and stray animals of every description
When you enter, please shut it tight behind you, thanks.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 27, 2011
It has let in
the winds
the rains
the snow
the cold
the heat
wry jokes
Son of Sam
dust and pollen
many seething insults
a yellow car with bad shocks
and stray animals of every description
When you enter, please shut it tight behind you, thanks.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 27, 2011
26.9.11
BRIDGE
Bridge in the mist....
From lives of ardour
To lives of patience..
Bridge in the mist.....
Nary a road to or fro.
The magic, still real...
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 25, 2011
From lives of ardour
To lives of patience..
Bridge in the mist.....
Nary a road to or fro.
The magic, still real...
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 25, 2011
20.9.11
QUIESCENT SEA
Oh quiescent sea,
end your reverie!
For when fog horns break,
melodies awake.
Buoyed into passion,
your waves, oblique,
speak.
Listen.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 20, 2011
end your reverie!
For when fog horns break,
melodies awake.
Buoyed into passion,
your waves, oblique,
speak.
Listen.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 20, 2011
19.9.11
THIN AIR
THIN AIR
Hobnobbing with elks, I spend quality time.
over 12,000 feet high on tundra I climb.
It truly makes me realize the beauty of thin air,
and why I long to disappear into it's lair!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 13, 2011
Hobnobbing with elks, I spend quality time.
over 12,000 feet high on tundra I climb.
It truly makes me realize the beauty of thin air,
and why I long to disappear into it's lair!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 13, 2011
COYOTE CALLS
Coyote calls through fog pierced by crows reviewing their agendas,
noisy silhouettes adorning the trees.
Oh, there is so much happening before the fog lifts
and invisible layers of day begin a heavy descent.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 10, 2011
noisy silhouettes adorning the trees.
Oh, there is so much happening before the fog lifts
and invisible layers of day begin a heavy descent.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 10, 2011
OVER THE EDGE
Oh, my love, just when I feel I am about to go over the edge you remind me that our world is not flat, and being "on the brink" is, indeed, an asset rather than a hazard. ~jbc 9/18/11
7.9.11
OUTLINED
Oh, back-lit,
hazy mountain ridge,
crepuscular tree-line sublime!
My entire vision,
you have just outlined,
in the brief moment you were mine.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 7, 2011
hazy mountain ridge,
crepuscular tree-line sublime!
My entire vision,
you have just outlined,
in the brief moment you were mine.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
September 7, 2011
6.9.11
ROOTS
Breathe deeply of the rich sweet earth my love,
With total surrender, wander and further into the forest.
Have no fear of the seeds planted.
Honor, especially, the most broken ground,
for underneath lies roots
which will send forth
the one who reaches for the light.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski]
September 6, 2011
With total surrender, wander and further into the forest.
Have no fear of the seeds planted.
Honor, especially, the most broken ground,
for underneath lies roots
which will send forth
the one who reaches for the light.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski]
September 6, 2011
13.6.11
RESTING IN YOUR FOOTPRINT
As I travel the path to wherever,
I have retrieved that which you have dropped.
Right there, it was resting in your footprint,
a moment where the earth came to meet you.
No need to retrace your steps to gather it.
For I hold it for you with love and tenderness until we meet.
Slow down my love, and you will be walking beside me again.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 10, 2011
I have retrieved that which you have dropped.
Right there, it was resting in your footprint,
a moment where the earth came to meet you.
No need to retrace your steps to gather it.
For I hold it for you with love and tenderness until we meet.
Slow down my love, and you will be walking beside me again.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 10, 2011
YOU, HONEY!
You sweeten my life,
all my fingers I lick.
though cautious I am,
oh my love, how you stick!
You, honey in the jar, right on the shelf,
I find your sweetness all over myself!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 12, 2011
all my fingers I lick.
though cautious I am,
oh my love, how you stick!
You, honey in the jar, right on the shelf,
I find your sweetness all over myself!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 12, 2011
10.6.11
TIDAL BORE
Move me with your ebb and flow.
In a breath, we ride the tidal bore.
You, who reflect my heart's rhythm so,
carry me safely to Mother's shore.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 7, 2011
In a breath, we ride the tidal bore.
You, who reflect my heart's rhythm so,
carry me safely to Mother's shore.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 7, 2011
1.6.11
FIREFLIES
Fireflies in the field,
floating, sparkles of light at twilight.
I didn't know which one was you
until I heard the synchronicity of our breathe
Then they all were you.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 1, 2011
floating, sparkles of light at twilight.
I didn't know which one was you
until I heard the synchronicity of our breathe
Then they all were you.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 1, 2011
23.5.11
SLOW ROAD
Breathe, let your hair down my friend!
Only yews, gentrified lean figurines,
sentries of the meridian,
survive life, warp speed in every damned direction.
Breathe, travel the slow road with me.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 23, 2011
Only yews, gentrified lean figurines,
sentries of the meridian,
survive life, warp speed in every damned direction.
Breathe, travel the slow road with me.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 23, 2011
19.5.11
EARLY MORNING
Beauty of the early morning,
Breathe deeply, meadow air, golden green.
Become one with the bird,
Bring to the day, my love, joy's melody.
Breathe deeply, meadow air, golden green.
Become one with the bird,
Bring to the day, my love, joy's melody.
17.5.11
QUIVER IN MIST
At dawn, birds sing high in the oaks,
leaves, yet unfurled, quiver in mist,
bridal lingerie in spring's midst.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 17, 2011
leaves, yet unfurled, quiver in mist,
bridal lingerie in spring's midst.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 17, 2011
HE SUPPOSES
HE SUPPOSES
Blue velvet and red roses
lie in wait at the front door
Not just what he supposes
is love, the music whore
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 17, 2011
Blue velvet and red roses
lie in wait at the front door
Not just what he supposes
is love, the music whore
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 17, 2011
1.3.11
quote by an unknown person
"Total understanding of silence is the essence of understanding what it is we actually hear". ~ jbc 3/1/11
24.2.11
THE LINE
We have not crossed the line,
but woven its fine silken thread around us.
There's miles of it.
but woven its fine silken thread around us.
There's miles of it.
23.2.11
FEBRUARY'S MELODIES
New buds swell, iridescent bronze pearls, stars in a chill wind,
singing February's melodies, warm neath an elegant white comforter.
singing February's melodies, warm neath an elegant white comforter.
18.2.11
PLACE UNCHARTED
Your smile engages your whole being,
child-like.
I see through your eyes,
color of a clear sky,
vivid memories of a place uncharted.
Visit before they fade.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 17, 2011
child-like.
I see through your eyes,
color of a clear sky,
vivid memories of a place uncharted.
Visit before they fade.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 17, 2011
17.2.11
HIGH IN THE UPDRAFT
High in the updraft,
we still soar,
glistening,
as our sun,
carnelian,
sinks into earth,
a stone,
our sky,
sapphire of beginning twilight,
a jewel.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 16, 2011
we still soar,
glistening,
as our sun,
carnelian,
sinks into earth,
a stone,
our sky,
sapphire of beginning twilight,
a jewel.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 16, 2011
15.2.11
BOW AND CELLO
BOW AND CELLO
Words that touch as a bow would a cello,
vibrate every inch of our being,
the friction creating fire.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 15, 2011
Words that touch as a bow would a cello,
vibrate every inch of our being,
the friction creating fire.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 15, 2011
14.2.11
AS LOVE SPRINGS
As love springs forth from a deep otherworldly place within,
the heart clears of limited beliefs.
Without a need for words,
a connectedness of souls does neither objectify nor have an objective.
jbc 2/14/11
the heart clears of limited beliefs.
Without a need for words,
a connectedness of souls does neither objectify nor have an objective.
jbc 2/14/11
10.2.11
EVER-CHANGING ANGLE
You, the sun, caste your amber rays upon a place I've never noticed light before.
You, the sun, ever-changing angle on the break of my day, shine.
jbc 2/10/11
You, the sun, ever-changing angle on the break of my day, shine.
jbc 2/10/11
9.2.11
MY MORNING STAR
I awoke to you,
my morning star.
Reflection of your face
rids me of errant thoughts.
The day so new.
JBC 2/9/11
my morning star.
Reflection of your face
rids me of errant thoughts.
The day so new.
JBC 2/9/11
8.2.11
YOUR HOLDING PATTERN
Above the bedlam,
you keep me flying.
And I do,
yes, my darling,
I certainly do enjoy your holding pattern,
as we seek a safe place to alight before the fuel runs out.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 8, 2011
you keep me flying.
And I do,
yes, my darling,
I certainly do enjoy your holding pattern,
as we seek a safe place to alight before the fuel runs out.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 8, 2011
7.2.11
quote by a not famous person
"Mother made us whole, perfect beings. To seek perfection in our own melodies,
we must enter her magic". ~ jbc 2/6/11
we must enter her magic". ~ jbc 2/6/11
quote by a not famous person
"Why is it we have so diluted the word freedom that we are complacent enough to associate it with credit cards and maxi-pads?" ~ jbc 2/4/11
TO YOU I WRITE
To you I write.
You know who you are,
now transmuted from whom you were but a moment ago.
To you I write,
not of what is abhorrent, but of what merely whets your appetite.
Thereby, you will read here not of iniquities,
but of my love.
You know who you are,
now transmuted from whom you were but a moment ago.
To you I write,
not of what is abhorrent, but of what merely whets your appetite.
Thereby, you will read here not of iniquities,
but of my love.
2.2.11
quote by a not famous person
"To laugh, even at the sheer thought of laughing, is the most curative gift I've been given. Even in adversity's face it finds its place." ~jbc 2/2/11
1.2.11
AZURE WATERS
AZURE WATERS
Breath,
sheer white silk,
lover to inexorable melodies.
Spirit, phrasing infinite measures,
lying, naked, untethered,
in azure waters,
smiles.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 31, 2011
Breath,
sheer white silk,
lover to inexorable melodies.
Spirit, phrasing infinite measures,
lying, naked, untethered,
in azure waters,
smiles.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 31, 2011
CARDINAL IN THE SNOW
Cardinal in the snow.
Transcendent.
You regale me with beauty.
Your equanimity impresses.
For you I compose love.
For you I compose a thousand kisses.
For all we share becomes sublime.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 1, 2011
Transcendent.
You regale me with beauty.
Your equanimity impresses.
For you I compose love.
For you I compose a thousand kisses.
For all we share becomes sublime.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
February 1, 2011
31.1.11
AZURE WATERS
Breath,
sheer white silk,
lover to inexorable melodies.
Spirit, phrasing infinite measures,
lying naked, untethered,
in azure waters,
smiles.
sheer white silk,
lover to inexorable melodies.
Spirit, phrasing infinite measures,
lying naked, untethered,
in azure waters,
smiles.
30.1.11
BREATH FLOWING
Breath flowing,
silken,
over inexhorable melodies,
soul phrasing every measure.
January 30, 2011
silken,
over inexhorable melodies,
soul phrasing every measure.
January 30, 2011
27.1.11
VERSE BY VERSE
Verse by verse
we write our song
kindness creates the melody
and laughter begins each chorus
Love, from the soul, da capo, al fine.
we write our song
kindness creates the melody
and laughter begins each chorus
Love, from the soul, da capo, al fine.
26.1.11
a quote by a not famous person
"When constructing walls to protect sanity, do not forget to frame out windows." jbc 1/26/11
17.1.11
YOUR VOICE, YOUR SONG
Your voice is a song
flowing from the place deep within the spirit
where there is no separation between dreams and memories.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 17, 2011
flowing from the place deep within the spirit
where there is no separation between dreams and memories.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 17, 2011
13.1.11
SUN TO MOON
Sing, oh moon,
in my beautiful rays.
Reflect from your heart,
the voice of every phase.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 12, 2011
in my beautiful rays.
Reflect from your heart,
the voice of every phase.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 12, 2011
MOON TO SUN
Shine, sing what your heart holds,
sing your dream.
Without you, oh sun, I, the moon, how high,
cannot be seen.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 12, 2011
sing your dream.
Without you, oh sun, I, the moon, how high,
cannot be seen.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
January 12, 2011
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