Jacqui Thewless

Freshman - 644 Points (November,1955 / Manchester, UK)

Jacqui Thewless Poems

121. How Important Is It To Have Even A Small Mountain To Look Up To? 5/25/2016
122. Seeding 10/11/2016
123. All I Could Want In Life Is... 2/7/2017
124. Untitled 6/16/2014
125. July 2014 7/18/2014
126. December 13th 2014 1/4/2015
127. Haiku In July (2015) 7/5/2015
128. Stromness Haiku: 9/14/2015
129. Pembroke Haiku: 9/14/2015
130. Late Summer 9/19/2015
131. Autumn (2) 9/20/2015
132. Autumn (3) 9/20/2015
133. Egos 9/21/2015
134. Apologia 6/28/2013
135. Uncommonly Long Winters 7/4/2013
136. Nant-Y-Cwm Steiner School, July ’13 End Of Year Festival 7/10/2013
137. Market Day 10/8/2015
138. Haiku In October 2015: Slow Leaf-Fall 10/20/2015
139. Harvest I 10/5/2010
140. The Fader Of Heven, By P. Maxwell Davis. (For Betty) 6/20/2013
141. A Good Poet Is Also A Weaver 3/3/2013
142. For Troy Anthony Davis 2 9/22/2011
143. Midwinter 9/27/2009
144. Scottish Sonnet: Grangemouth (For Betty) 10/25/2013
145. Autumn 10/26/2010
146. Sudden Wind 10/9/2009
147. Yin Yang 9/8/2009
148. Spring 3/23/2012
149. Kindness And Mercy (Easter,2013) 3/27/2013
150. The Miracle Of Love, The King Of All The Elements 9/23/2009
151. Grey Seas 9/5/2009
152. Rain 8/22/2009
153. Betty 7/4/2009
154. Haibun 2 7/4/2009
155. Not Now, As Then 8/19/2011
156. Church Rock 9/27/2010
157. Glen Gairn (For Elaine) 4/20/2010
158. Autumn Wood 10/20/2015
159. Lunar Eclipse 9/27/2015
160. Snowdrops For St Bridie's Day 2/9/2012

Comments about Jacqui Thewless

  • Jacqui Thewless Jacqui Thewless (9/22/2011 11:21:00 AM)

    TROY ANTHONY DAVIS - P.S.S.R.

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  • Mae Catherine Godhigh (9/22/2011 9:54:00 AM)

    Jacqui, soul-stirring and powerful. Thanks for keeping his humanity alive.

Best Poem of Jacqui Thewless

Strange Thoughts, Tonight.

Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair

and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
my locks
black

and tonight I have strange thoughts
about love
like ash
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen


when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
smelling of
patchouli oil
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth

after the lover’s cigarette
I slept
on newly-warmed
white wedding-bed-sheets
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs
...

Read the full of Strange Thoughts, Tonight.

Et Tu

Love’s loss is
endless.
There will be no recovery
of the thing that is lost –
whatever shall I call it? –
something prime, key, critical,
required.

In feeling this

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