Friday, April 25, 2008


Now that you've had your fun watching the videos I posted below, I have a somewhat more subdued poem below. It lends itself to being whispered aloud more than most of my poems:

by Joann Renee

There’s already too much sadness.
Close your eyes.
Smell the April snow.
Exhale—the earth is old,
The birds still sing. Now

Inhale—press forward.
It comes in waves:
I am who I am
The world is at it is
I will remain
It will keep turning

Each day that I age,
By awareness or loss,
The waves roll in a bit faster—
Less discernibility between each crash.
I notice more.

I will remain
Until the waves now
On top of each other
Drive me home.

It will keep turning
My heart stirs happy in opposites,
In conflicting emotions coupled—
In all that smacks poignant


Lorelei said...

This poem is my favorite poem of all the poems that you've written. I miss you. I'll see you in a week. Have fun at the Swell Season. tell them I said 'Hi' and yes, by 'them' I meant Glen and Marketa:)

joshandkarlee said...

I've read this poem 3 or 4 times and it still leaves me with nothing clever to say. Each time I read it I feel like I need to read it's just that great! But it's not as great as you! Love you! I hope I get to see you next time we're in Bend! Let me know if you want to come visit us in Walla'd like it here!