Author Archives: Jana H White

Ground wire

May 23, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , 20 Comments

wet ground~

I’ve begun to question

my needing you

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the way

just the need

 fills me

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If I give this strong current

room

to move me

in ways

unexpected

~

unhindered

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through the wet ground of my being

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am I becoming

a flower

in the jungle

of wild light?

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Ouroboros

May 3, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , 18 Comments

ouroboros

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I don’t fear melting into this earth.

 Each morning

I wake into the air

I do not rise      I do not move

I do not open my eyes

until my nose has sensed persuasion

my tongue has tasted sweetness

and my ears have heard the world

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I was a child with dreams of becoming

Now I am older with dreams of being

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Transformed

Nothing and everything is changing.

I am like a snake shedding its skin

and

biting its tail

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erasing  the lines

of time

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the Mask

April 30, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , 13 Comments

mask1

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Still pressing up against the hardest surfaces

the ones made smooth and polished from stroking

the oldest deceits stand effortlessly smirking

no longer disguised in trick wrapping

nor granting the encumbered insurance of knowing

power cradles itself suckling from the lives of the many who trustingly feed it

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Why is it our children are taught only humans may realize potential?

Was this the start of the game?

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By bedding these apocryphal gods

we’ve found more synthesis than birthing

as we rotate each new upstart 

this long line of rulers, healers and salesmen

organizing the most popular projections

when even they are fooled into being

just the face of the mask

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worn by indifference

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I wrote this poem about twelve years ago…overwhelmed, angry, frustrated. If anything, the situation has become  worse but I am encouraged now by small, intrinsic, heartfelt actions that turn this tide. I am a human being who loves and is loved…this has to count for something

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Every morning

April 20, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , 25 Comments

the sweet rhymes my mother sang to me

long gone

coat my tongue

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I must have been soft clay as a child

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It’s a comfort since

 in the long and long

I have learned

that it’s in the telling

and then the listening

that memories become songs

that live on

in the living

~

here they are

singing in my bones

every morning

these songs

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rocking chair

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