Biography of Jeanne Fiedler
I am a seeker. I need companionship, if not love and a healthy, special relationship in my life. I exist in loneliness, locked up in fear, but I will find a way out of this trap. My mind which closes me out of the beautiful divine space, where my purpose is to create beautiful works of art with love and compassion, the eternal will open its doors of wonder and freshness like a daisy floating in a small vase of water, drifting into the ocean of the universe. I am coming out of the snow and melting in the sunshine. Peace...
Jeanne Fiedler's Works:
Soaring - a poetry collection that can be purchased
at Amazon or Barnes and Noble or any bookstore, as
well, of course, as the publisher, which is Xlibris.com
Jeanne Fiedler Poems
Polar Bear, Polar Bear
Polar bear Polar bear lost his ice Global Warming
I'm seeing strange things. It's weird. People have become such enigmas
The Rising Tides
The suffering of my youth reawakens and reappears. I need to transcend it. I hope my mawkishness will
The rebirth of the love and revival of faith
Summer is over... I was never relaxed for summer fun... From June through
Leaves Of Fire
It's autumn, a blast of orange, pink, yellow, red The light is
It's freezing! The whistling wind Casts its shattered ice on me. The blazing fury and pulsation
Moods And Tides
</>The edge of sun colors and patterns changing subtly a new refrain
War And Hate
</>Ambivalence is creaking in my attic, Noone is saying no to wrong Everyone looks one way, than
The Lost Vessel
What do you do with the empty vessels that sail no longer that are anchored
Fred The Frog
Fred is a frog He is my friend He leaps with me It's a new trend
Black Cat Advocate
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
There is a new force an excitement stirring inside me...childlike... I'm a child to the loving,
Living in a world of tech-no-sense really is affecting my consciousness...
The Rising Tides
The suffering of my youth
reawakens and reappears.
I need to transcend it.
I hope my mawkishness will
get me past it...
The pain I feel
is like flames of burning walls
that need to be replenished