I have a poem titled “Winter,” forthcoming in the Post-Bulletin paper. This is the second in a series I am working on titled, “The Four Sisters.”
I am pleased to have more poetry coming out into the world. Poetry and word play are my greatest pass times.
I will post the poem once it is out.
In the mean time, please feel free to look into my book at Amazon.com titled “Make Art From Your Splattered, Scattered Brain.”
Here is a link to check that out.
This post should be about my upcoming knit blitz at the Rochester Public Library.
I am collecting some sayings about happiness and joy, and I ran across one in a book I am reading. Here it is.
1. One joy shatters a hundres griefs.
I love that quote. I don’t know if it comes from China or where it comes from, but I really like it.
Did a joy ever take away the pain of your grief? I can think of the joy of having the newborn overpowers the pain of childbirth.
This week I am going to ponder and write about this topic. What can one joy do?
I will post some writing that comes from this meditation.
If you have anything to say about joy, please comment.
© Jennifer Jesseph
You’re the copper sister.
You come in the cool
mornings of late September,
and stay as long as you can.
You’re steady, and calm.
You’re a balm
after your crazy sister Summer
leaves us exhausted
from so much life.
You’re the balance, Autumn,
and I’m glad to be near
your cinnamon warmth.
It’s just the right
You bring blaze orange,
and gold yellow, to dazzle.
I reach out and touch
your cool hand,
and you understand.
We have this time now,
before the north wind
huffs and puffs
and announces your sister,
Here is a poem that I have at Teachers Pay Teachers for a free download. I thought I would just offer it here. I hope it brings you some hope and inspiration. It is my pleasure to share it and hope it gets shared around.
A New Green Dream
© Jennifer Jesseph 2014
What becomes of dreams left dry?
Do they wither, blacken, die?
Are they sleeping? Out of breath?
Are they finished? Gone to death?
They’re just waiting, still alive.
Feed one. Wait. Watch it thrive.
Give it hope and strong belief.
Your dream unfurls a brand new leaf.
Ready, waiting, newly green.
This is now your living dream.
This is a link to a site where I am selling some of the poems I’ve used with students. This site is called Teachers Pay Teachers.
I have 7 different chants and poems there on my store site. Some are connected to grammar and others are for vocabulary building with students new to the country. Anyhow, I thought I would mention it here in this post.
Here is the link. http://www.teacherspayteachers.com/
Thanks for reading this.
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.