JaniceSutherland
Canadian
I'm taking an art journaling class for "for grown ups" and enjoying putting drawings, photos, painting with my poetry. / It's cathartic and relaxing to come up with an original painting, doodle, or take photos and use an art pad to (diary) journal what's going on in your life. It's only paper, so I just get creative and enjoy! / / There's a sample below to go with the hummingbird picture I painted..." Heaven's Mail" / / / / © js/2015 / Poems, as well as: / All work Copywrite Protected
My sleep has left me
As I lay beneath the moon
The lone wolf watches
js/2015
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
A hummingbirds whizz
Special delivery from Mom
Her love calms my heart
©js, 2015
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
onion vapor tears
steal my raw emotion while
exposing my soul
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
A garden's promise
needs much attention daily
to fight evil weeds
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Black Widow hurt me
crawling through that slimy web
I'm enslaved no more
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
my mind is frozen
this hand can't write more poems
where the heck is spring??!!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Crazy Horse lives on
in memorial splendor
for all to ponder
his spirit resting
peacefully on a mountain
forever mighty
may his words live on
and offer mankind wisdom
and inspiration
let us reflect all
American Indian
lands that were stolen
in etchings of stone
even in the realm of death
tribal voices live
(reposted by request)
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Pondering visions scrambled
in my dreams
puzzled I awoken unrefreshed
from my slumber
pieces of scheme cooking
in my mind
parts of life stewing contrasts
mixed in dreams
pressure building steamy
I awoke exploding
particular matter blowing
my nightmare vented
perculated coffee soothed
away night's fright & flight
Perhaps I am cleansed
from this stressful life?
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
my latte is sweet
daydreaming of days long gone
with memories of mom
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
I miss blue eyes that no longer weep
Walk through the house
Because I just can't sleep
I wear your old blue blouse
keeping your presence close
I cry for eyes that no longer weep
©js/2014
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC