Janet K. Rauch
Biography of Janet K. Rauch
I've been pouring passion through my pen since grade school. My muse (Luna Muse) , is a fiesty one! She is the light that makes my third chakra (solar plexus) glow. She sparks my creativity, and keeps everyday passion alive and well. She nurtures my soul, walks beside me every step of my life journey. Together, we are endlessly connected to the Universe wherein the flow of energy is exchanged, moment by moment.
I am so blessed, so a-mused, so honored to have the gift of poetry...of raw self-expression. May I share it with you? Come journey with me!
Janet K. Rauch Poems
You will see me when it's light, My colors dazzle and delight. I'm ancient in the world you live And if you ask me, I shall give...
O Blessed Child of Wonder Growing in me We love you so much, Your daddy and me.
Triple Goddess Path
I am Janet In Wiccan circles, I am known as Luna Muse I stand before the Triple Goddess Maiden, Mother and Crone
Winter Solstice Greetings
A blanket of snow glistens fluffy and white Tucks us in, oh so cozy for the long winter night
Su Madre Le Amará Para Siempre (Your Mot...
Gone are the days of childhood past, Your womanly quest is calling. So open your mind, your heart, your soul And abandon the fear of falling.
Feel the passion, surrender deep... Muse will find you, wake or sleep.
Your daddy was my first born, Zac was such an awesome child. He found the world a curious place, And fate upon him smiled.
Flower Power (Ode To A Sunflower)
On just my single stem, O’er the others I shall tower. My face turned toward the sun For my namesake is SUNflower.
Happy Birthday, Janelle
When I was young I used to wear A pretty ribbon In my hair
We Are Not So Different
Worlds apart Or so it seems You have your life I have my dreams
Starry Starry Night
Starry Starry Night At last you've taken flight Where your Spirit soars in harmony With all that is, and all to be
She used to hang around a lot. Especially when Indonesian clove smoke danced and swirled around my hand, in and out of me – I breathed it – and her. Where did she go? Is she as bored as I am at this humdrum existence I'm stumbling through lately? Is she on vacation? Courting some other half-baked aspiring poet who's turning out reams of rhyme and reason while I lay in bed night after night, wide awake and feeling tearful because I can't find myself, my life or my muse?
Abc's Of Poetry
Awakening the Muse within Breath of Goddess Cerradwen Calling now, my soul to bare Deep into Her poet's lair
To Janelle, New Mother-To-Be
Blessings, Blessings, Blessings Across the miles Our love doth fly
My Round Room
Have you been inside my room?
It's round without a door.
Its windows are of cellophane
with paper blinds galore.
I love to sit within and
gaze beyond its colored blinds.
For I can see through time and space
or travel through a mind.