Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 82

Of Gull and Guy

I watch you You don’t see me On this fine day By the sea Crashing waves White spray wetting the air Distracting; Enticing Mesmerized, you remain unaware Of me on the rock My chosen resting place Where I watch the show Against overcast airspace Of a curious man And his camera too Focused on the… Read More Of Gull and Guy

Grandmother’s Poem

My grandmother, Mary Clare Judge, wore many hats during her lifetime: School Teacher; Interior Designer; Antique Collector; Wife; Mom; Grandmother. One particular title she held throughout her years in these various other roles was that of a Poetess. It wasn’t until recently when I was writing my novel, Naming The Bits Between, that I reminisced… Read More Grandmother’s Poem

Paint me a Memory

  Paint me a colorful memory; One I want to keep Deep in my treasured thoughts Across the line of time. Make it one worth keeping A scene not to forget A happy tree, decorated white A sky ablaze, last sunlight. In need of something beautiful; Upon this scene I’ll look At colors, reminiscent of… Read More Paint me a Memory

The Promise of a New Day

Cold, bare; the view frigid The icy landscape; stark, unfair. Unhappy tree roots, pulled out Of the harsh frozen ground As sparse leaves hang on, Stubborn, refusing to drop down. Across the slick frozen surface Flowing water – solidified and white Stands a sad, bare forest; Mixed with lush evergreen pines. Just as all things… Read More The Promise of a New Day

Frozen in Time

You’re frozen in time Sharp and pointed by design. As snow persists And wind does whip Your edges Complete the weakness of mine. Forged and adored A symbol of courage; victory and allure. Just a speck in my eye But, oh, so much more. Timeless; strength and humility, Your comfort Soothes the far corners Of… Read More Frozen in Time

Fire and Ash

  You comfort me, yet you scare me. I’m drawn to your warmth and cautioned by your heat. Your vibrant colors are a masterpiece before my eyes. The dull ashes left behind, a reminder of the true cost of your beauty. Contained and controlled, I appreciate you. Wild and merciless, I fear you. Your presence sustains… Read More Fire and Ash

Reflection

In a reflection What do you see? Is that the future or past Staring back at me? Secrets… It does surely hold; Of unknown stories Not yet told. Study the details; Are they really the same? Or does the reflection Answer to a different name? Now viewed together Another image you’ll see. Each looks like… Read More Reflection

Ireland’s Rose

Up atop a rocky mound, What thoughts, may you have found? Visiting the land so green, Oh, the sights you must have seen. Carved Celtic stones Housing ancient bones; Rolling countryside Where sheep abide; When they are shorn Intricate sweaters be worn; By your ancestors, old and new. The light filters down Where you are… Read More Ireland’s Rose

Dear Old Man Winter

Dear Old Man Winter, I’m preparing for your arrival. Just wondering when that will be? I’m sorry if that’s rude of me to ask, but you see, some of your belongings have already arrived at my doorstep. At the moment, they are sparse and quite manageable, but as more show up, I can tell they… Read More Dear Old Man Winter

RAIN – so much more than a drop

One alone and we remain aloof; Together, a symphony of taps on the roof. Respecting a conductor, we do not see, Drops fall from clouds, finally free. Watering our plants and our thirsty mouths too; Liquid life, doing what nothing else can do. Making things plump, green and lush; Forming puddles and streams; a natural flush. Find… Read More RAIN – so much more than a drop