Jeanne Fiedler Poems

</>It's 9: 00 pm
The sounds of the night
begin
The whispering, tweeting
...

These indolent days
I'm on down time
that is - my mood
when I try to get
...

There is a new force
an excitement stirring
inside me...childlike...
I'm a child to the loving,
...

Black cat creeping down the street
Daring anyone to cross his path
Casting dark shadows in the street
Laughing in the face of God's wrath
...

</>The goldfinch enflames
the firey green meadow
that she uses for a perch
to fly into the cosmos
...

</>Summertime.
uptight,
a recluse,
missing out,
...

Living in a world
of tech-no-sense
really is affecting
my consciousness...
...

</>Ambivalence is creaking in
my attic,
Noone is saying no to wrong
Everyone looks one way, than
...

Fred is a frog
He is my friend
He leaps with me
It's a new trend
...

What do you do
with the empty vessels
that sail no longer
that are anchored
...