Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott

I Remain in Silence

There are those moments
When these letter containers
Just don’t quite work, can’t begin
To hold what my heart and soul
Want to express
So I remain silent

I imagine the talisman of space
And distance and the veil of
Separateness-from-the-subject
Tacitly grants permission for
Voice to rise
So I remain silent, waiting

In the quiet of the night
I gently allow my voyage to
Take me a little bit deeper
Tiptoe to the edge and peer
Over into stillness
So I remain silent, pensive

I drop a stone into that space
And listen to the wind
Of its falling rushing pull
No splash, no finale
Nothingness
So I remain silent, accepting

© 2007
Julie Jordan Scott

Chris-Cross Not Apple Sauce

My Rondolet for March 21. 2009

 

So many places, so many purposes and things to say
Chris-Cross-Not-Applesauce I drive to-and-fro
So many places, so many purposes and things to say

Why can’t I be normal and use weekends to play?
I decided early on to slice my day and go
My advocate, theatre, church girl in tow
So many places, so many purposes and things to say

Haiku Friday, March 13, 2009

Overslept again
- I could blame the alarm clock -
Moldy grey garbage

Kathie's car drives off
Tail lights snicker at me
Wait! I want to say

Is there meaning here?
Feet on the edge of a cliff
Don't wander away - -

Curly golden hair
Her eyes smile into my eyes
Accent doesn't match

The unfinishing
Right step undone, untaken
Is finishing me

More truthful is me -
Bright light, arrow flashing me -
Me, unfinishing....

Prickly Me

Sometimes I am sharp,

Prickly – disengaged from this

Engagement or that engagement

 

I adorn myself with a protective

Shell, a thick crust and a sign,

Marked “open” turned away from the door

 

Is this who I am?

 

I wonder, to myself, as I write.

 

Aren’t I more like that, the other

That person in gauzey pinks and

Mauves with little coins

Attached bouncing against each

Other making a tinkling song

Women undulate towards?

 

Yes, and no and maybe so

 

Sometimes I am sharp

Sometimes I am soft

Sometimes I wear coins-dangling

And sometimes I wear fuzzy blue slippers

Sometimes I want to be left alone

Sometimes I chant in enormous

Rooms filled with “out there” Mamas

And sometimes, I want to

Wear a blue suit and blend in

With the Janes and the Joes and

The Vast Unknowns

 

Just as you

May do

The Same

Thing, too

 

Or maybe not 

 

I apologize

In advance

When my

Pricklyness

On occasion

Surprises

You