I recently posted a poem titled Spring and it is one of four poems I wrote about the seasons. I submitted Autumn for publication and it is forthcoming in the Rochester Post-Bulletin. Autumn is one of the poems in the series I titled The Four Sisters.
When it is published in the Post-Bulletin, I will post it here.
I also had a very affirming dream about art, being free with art, and knowing that is a deep part of my life. It was an odd dream, and I won’t recall all the quirky details here. I will only say that I do feel dreams can inform our lives if we let them.
Thank you for reading this and checking up.
Here I go, into the thoughts about joy. Here is something I wrote last night about the joy of spring. I know we are on the cusp of losing summer to fall, and that is how life goes here. Spring is probably my favorite season next to summer. Fall ranks high, and I am trying to make friends and lovers with winter, but it’s not easy. So anyhow, here’s to spring and any, any, thing.
This is just part of a longer series titled,
The Four Sisters.
© Jennifer Jesseph
lovely, mud friendly, wild child.
You burst forth
from the ground
and your green hair
you’re a baby,
of all the sisters,
you bring the joy
in those first
red tulips poking up.
in the light returning.
you make me want to run,
so let’s go.
Run with me,
meadow free, skyward,
and beyond the blue.
Keep my pace
and bring roses
to my face.
I want to keep
That is your essence,
I want to become
your awe of life,
your first green.
May I have that Spring?
Spring, I’ll know
when you’ve greened
I’ll miss you.
I will. But you let
Summer come home
in firework colors.
And I can hear
in the bird songs.
Oh dear summer.
We begin again.
I read from my book at C-4, The Creative Salon, in Rochester tonight and I’ve been to most of the open mikes over the summer. I am pleased with the book, Make Art From Your Splattered, Scattered, Brain and it is also time to focus on new projects.
So, now I begin some new thinking about joy. What brings you joy? What kinds of songs, poems, and stories reflect happiness and joy? I am writing about happiness now and hoping to make a book of poems and eventually some performance art about this topic.
So, post your ideas and thoughts about joy and happiness.
Hello world! I am really so happy that my book is now available as a print book and an e-book. What a wonderful feeling this is for me, and also I feel the book is meant to connect to brain injured people who are in need of hope.
I am proud to call myself a brain injury survivor, and writing the book was therapy and working toward that word. I’ll say it again. Brain injury survivor.
A year ago I really didn’t want to be identified with it. But, I’ve come to be proud of surivorhood. OOhhhh I just made up another new word and that happens with my brain injury. Survivorhood.
If you are working toward your own recovery, or have had a brain injury, or have post-concussion syndrome, I feel I can understand.
Please post a comment about your journey to healing, through healing, toward survivorhood.
Yes, now this book is also available on Kindle. So, it’s really exciting to be part of the self publishing revolution here in the USA, and I am so happy to put my book out in the world.
And it is on sale now for .99 cents. I tried to make it free, but couldn’t I guess. So, this is the best I can do.
Read it and I hope it raises awareness and is shared on to the people who need it!
I really hope it connects to the people who need some hope.
Thanks for reading this! Kindl ebook
Click the green Kindl ebook above to get to the page.
My book is done and ready for you to read. This book is about living through post-concussion syndrome. It is now available at Amazon.com.
I tried to post a link, but it didn’t work. I will try again.
Here is a nice site. This is a link to one of my poems there and there is a lesson to go with it.
I’ve been combing over the proof of my book. This is time consuming, but a good thing to do. It’s all becoming a reality though!
Hey! My book will be in the world soon and this is the title. The sub title is this. My journey through post-concussion syndrome.
What a great feeling to feel this project come to life. I am feeling blessed that I can share it with the world.
Here’s to completing projects!
This is a poem at the end of my collection about healing from a mTbi (mild traumatic brain injury) This poem expresses the joy of feeling better a year later after much invisible injury.
Words Keep Bubbling Back
It was this night, and gorgeously
when her daughter sang
her last choir concert
of high school.
So many voices she knew
and knows and the words
bubbled again and again
and words bubbled in tears
Just one large sigh of
mint and forest green.
A year ago all those sounds
were just noise.
Killing, hurtful noise
in a brain injured woman
who loved music but the music
made her sick, and mad.
The ugly holes in her brain
must be healing
because such bubbling
and spilling, and free mixing
of giggling pink and sweet smiling
orange are here again.
She can hear again
and she celebrates this night
and every night with feeling
glittering fuschia kissing sweet orange