joan reese Poems

Bubbi, grandmom of my friend Elayne­,
Was like a Bubbi to me;
She baked wonderful birthday cakes.
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Prana flows through me like springtime,
Prussian blue glass jewels the coral sand.
I discover a life to claim as mine,
In a space of grace beyond time.
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Jukebox rocks, two dozen hardworking dusty men,
Bent elbows lean, Gold liquid flows
Glass rises, lit cigarettes talk.
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A full moon shone like a silver saucer.
The moonlight cut through the bedroom venetian blinds, appearing as steps to heaven.

Suddenly, my head was filled with howling sounds.
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By joan Reese

Be afraid, be very afraid!
Dressed in black,
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As a child, I learned to speak.
And with that gift came the power of words —
words that lift, words that heal, words that remind
us of who we can be at our best.
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My home away from home
My seaside place,
Twice the size of my everyday space.
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