Biography of Ann Jensen
I feel my creativity bubbling in my soul. Until now it hasn't been allowed any release. I have spent more time indulging my wants than I have exploring my gifts. Now it's time to taste the world in a different way.
ANY OBSERVATIONS on my works are welcome.
Ann Jensen Poems
Vision filled dancers whirling round, seeing nothing and experiencing all. Full tapestried skirts belling out a pervading odor of sweat.
Holiday Inn neon. The odor of overpowering humanity. Fast lights through the curtain
Here's To Man
Live and breath the flowers of the night. Never seen. No one to pick them.
A cry...As from the black wings of a moth Picked up in the sticky fingers of a child. Unstirred dust,
Whiskers Whispers Whiskey
Whiskers trailing down my belly. Whispers behind gleeful hands while passing through the halls.
Curled lips A territorial snarl Demon be gone...
Moon For Women
Soothing rays. A subtle caress. An elusive moon behind clouds of misconception
Why? Why? Is the cry in the night. The howl of alone, far away. Padding through the wilderness of night-smell. Panting for air.
A cry...As from the black wings of a moth
Picked up in the sticky fingers of a child.
The layered years,
are removed, leaving only vulnerability
- unto death.
In the absurdity of an innocent world.
Fly free and be beautiful fragile one.