BRAIN ON VACATION?

NO MOTIVATION?



LOOK OUT THE WINDOW



AVOID THE BLACK SHADOW



GET OUT OF THAT BLOCK



JOIN THE FLOCK



FLY UP TOWARD THE SUN



DON’T MISS THE FUN



GET THE WORDS FLOWING



THE POEM IS GROWING



LET’S WRITE TO THE END



THEN SEND IT TO A FRIEND.







BLOCK IS GONE!!

 
JANE NEALE

The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right

Flowers will never grow

In the spring.



The place where we are right

Is hard and trampled

Like a yard.



But doubts and loves

Dig up the world

Like a mole, a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

Where the ruined

House once stood.



Yehuda Amichai

SOUL LOST

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO LOSE

A SOUL IS EVEN WORSE

BUT LOSING A MIND

IS A SOUL’S REMORSE

TEARS FALL

CHEEKS AWASH

EYES SWELL

TEETH GNASH

BUT THROUGH THE TEARS

WE SEE A SOUL

THAT CARRIES ALL OUR FEARS

AND OUR MIND RETURNS.

JANE NEALE

BALLOONS

BALLOONS ARE:

HELIIUM-FILLED MARBLES.

THEY LOVE FRESH AIR,

AND NEWLY-WASHED HAIR

CLEAN FINGERNAILS.

AND CHOCOLATE-FILLED PAILS

DANCING FEET

AND CLOTHES THAT ARE NEAT

RUNAWAY SNEAKERS

AND HOLIDAY SEEKERS

CHOCOLATE CAKE

AND THINGS THAT AREN’T FAKE.

NEWLY MOWN LAWN

THEY CAN LAND UPON

TO BE PICKED UP BY US

AND SAVED FOR A TREASURE

TO CONTINUE OUR PLEASURE.

AWAY THEY GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
 

JANE NEALE