I’ve lost the password to what used to be my life.
The air is strange and I’m losing my sense of balance.
I search through remnants scattered in the home I sold,
Wondering what to keep, or sell, or trash.
In the coffeeshop, the chatter is of family discord:
Recent losses, expected deaths, and mangled hopes
Fall like tears from the balcony, splashing on me,
Where I sit, trying to create a new password.
… Read more Lost Password
The arms merchants recruit the awful hungers
of the power mongers and trim their synapses
Then power mongers hypnotically whisper
to the shamed and lonely ones filled with rigid angers
and find the hungriest to bombast
“the Others are thieves who want
what’s ours. Stop them. Guns!
guns, guns, guns.”
Making ghosts of our children.
… Read more The Arms Merchants
To sample a poem from my recently published collection – available from http://www.blurb.com/b/4591664-mapping-the-wilderness – listen to me reading –
Approaching Sixty, I See That … https://soundcloud.com/joanvinallcox/at-midlife-i-see-that – Hope you find it meaningful, and perhaps buy a copy of my collection.
Courage at eighty is different from at twenty
But both ages carry their future constantly –
A fearsome thrust into an unmapped wilderness.
To carry your future at twenty is to seek
The wilderness because it must be mapped
… Read more Mapping the Wilderness
When obligations collide, my heart unfolds.
I try to read what is written for tomorrow
without my glasses. I must decide.
This slippery road leads me into strange spaces.
The centre collapses unexpectedly, but the periphery
may knit into a new street view. I search.
Steering blindly by what is yet hidden
I try to avoid the road rages of others
and drive cleanly into the mystery. I meditate.
May 1, 2013 –… Read more When Obligations Collide
In November, everything crashes –
files are lost,
A poem I wrote about the experience of getting older –
Getting Older Poem
Like a spray of hot pebbles – little stings that you feel but shrug off.
Slowly blisters form: fragile skin over tears.
Nodding off during the news,
Getting no questions when I ask for a senior’s discount,
Noticing I think anyone under 50 is young,
Going to retirement parties,
… Read more Getting Older
Here is a fantasy-oriented poem I wrote a number of years ago, playing on the knight / night homophones.
Sleeping Dragons by joanvinallcox
Here’s why I’m calling myself a geek; this was a learning experience where I took several steps that were new to me.
- I wrote the poem.
- I fought with my Zoom H2 recorder till I could make a recording and listen to it. (Thanks Jim for telling me to READ THE MANUAL.
… Read more Playing With Poetry and SoundCloud