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Dec 2017 · 289
WINTER TREE
Jackie Wilson Dec 2017
little old bald-headed tree
stretches bare branches
into the sky,
drawing the universe
into its veins
to live again
come spring.
Oct 2017 · 478
DOWNSTREAM
Jackie Wilson Oct 2017
a torrential river of sadness
flows through me.
here and there
among the churning rapids
glint chunks of emotional gold:
happiness,
contentment,
fulfillment,
strength,
peace,
waiti­ng to be caught
and hauled to the shore
of my consciousness.
Oct 2017 · 220
SORCERY
Jackie Wilson Oct 2017
high in the treetops
spindles of sun-gilded leaves
spin wind
into songs of the trees
to share
with the world.
Aug 2017 · 267
LEAF GAMES
Jackie Wilson Aug 2017
bored leaves
play charades on their tree
with sun and wind,
becoming dark targets
of rustling emeralds
shot through with diamond bullets,
or lanterns
soothing the steel blue fear
of lowering clouds
with a soft glow of hope.
shears of sun
cut green tinfoil leaves
to shimmer around
a dance floor of wind
until evening
quietly melds
a puzzle of lumpy whispers
into a whole.
Aug 2017 · 188
ON MY EX-SISTER DIANNE
Jackie Wilson Aug 2017
the *****
is an itch
that I could never scratch
until now.
Aug 2017 · 266
BUTTERFLY
Jackie Wilson Aug 2017
butterfly, butterfly,
ready to emerge at last
from years of false starts,
breaking through blind threads
of the cocoon
that has always held you rigid,
struggling through old and brittle bonds
which will not easily unravel
into a trembling, mangled
earthquake of universe
with nowhere stable or still,
trying to keep your balance
to flutter through storm-tossed air
and moving debris
until you can find some place
to land
and take the next step
to metamorphose
into yourself.
Aug 2017 · 277
RENEWAL
Jackie Wilson Aug 2017
the sun
of the present
breaks through the clouds
of the past.
May 2017 · 1.7k
SPRING DELICACY
Jackie Wilson May 2017
young trees
gaze skyward,
their branches thick
with a visual feast
of floral shish kabob
prepared in sunshine
with a rain marinade,
a treat
of the season.
Mar 2017 · 531
FEBRUARY DESSERT
Jackie Wilson Mar 2017
a cupped bush
holds a fresh-fallen sundae
of creamy new snow
topped with sprinkles
of tips and leaves.
Mar 2017 · 376
SPRING ORCHESTRA
Jackie Wilson Mar 2017
framed in a roof window,
a tree
plays a symphony
of motion.
the trunk
conducts the separate sections
of branches and twigs and buds,
blending them together
into one harmony of movement.
Mar 2017 · 375
HORSE EYES
Jackie Wilson Mar 2017
horses
shine their sight
into the dark crevasses
of my hidden being,
flushing the petrified turmoil
from the arteries
of my emotional life.
Jan 2017 · 503
TIME
Jackie Wilson Jan 2017
a day
is a temporal dragonfly
disappearing
into the wide-open spaces
of infinity.
Nov 2016 · 459
SECRET LIFE OF WINTER
Jackie Wilson Nov 2016
A November tree
spins a spider's web
of branches
silvered with a dew
of morning sunlight.
Oct 2016 · 949
EPITAPH FOR A PINE TREE
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
here stood a pine tree
with broken parts,
abruptly removed
for the safety of all.
no time to say goodbye,
leaving only a headstone
of perfumed white stump
heaped with flowers of wood dust
and neighbors waving their branches
in funereal hymns of wind.
it loved to chat
with the other trees
and was a friend
to the neighborhood
it is missed
by the squirrels and the birds
and me.
rest in peace.
This poem is about a pine tree in front of my window that split at the top, so the management decided to have it cut down to be sure it wouldn't fall into the building or come crashing  through someone's window.  I just got up one day and it was there as usual and then I left and came back a couple of hours later to find it gone.  I realize the necessity of doing it, but I wish I could have had some advance warning to get used to the idea.  So I wrote this poem for it instead.
Oct 2016 · 545
BUTCHER SHOP
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
sharp knives
of alien family systems
cut my emotions
to pieces
and hang them
on hooks inside of me
to rot.
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
a calendar
lies in the corner of a table,
forgotten,
two weeks into the New Year,
its simple pencil sketch at the top
showing at an angle.
late at night
a noise can be heard from that corner,
the sound of protesting sobs,
and a little voice
can be picked out here and there,
"all the other calendars
had pretty scenes
of mountain lakes and forest glades.
now they are all gone.
someone has taken them
to hang on their wall.
and I am still lying here.
nobody wants me.
my big, clumsy letters
are clear and dark.
a child could read them.
and my large, awkward boxes
have plenty of writing space.
I am the best calendar around
and could help someone greatly
in their struggle
to remember their place in time,
if only someone would stay long enough
to see what I am
and not what I look."
Oct 2016 · 588
COSMETOLOGY
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
a thick delicate hairdo
of tall grass
blows in the wind
over its sidewalk,
crowning it
with glory.
Oct 2016 · 919
SUNFLOWERS CHASE THE SUN
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
running
to keep up with the sun
as it moves around
from room to room,
trying
to dip my sunflowers
in a golden spell
of life
to let them weave songs
of yellow and light
in a visual symphony
into the air
of the whole apartment
until the last ray
fades into the wall,
leaving behind
a basket of flowers.
Oct 2016 · 337
WIND CONCERT
Jackie Wilson Oct 2016
poplar leaves
spin wind
into the music
of the woods.
Jul 2016 · 532
DIANNE CONTINUED
Jackie Wilson Jul 2016
I bear a hard ball within me,
swollen with disease
and alive with pregnancy,
an alien thing
grafted onto me by another
and grown into me.
its numerous offspring surge outward
in crusty, scratchy waves,
flooding my system with infection
and attaching themselves to my being
to run my innermost workings
by remote control.
Dianne is my dumb, rotten 5-years-older ex-sister  who I'm not like at all and who I always had to be growing up.  This is a poem about what it does to kids to never be allowed to become themselves because their families are too busy making sure they turn into someone they're not.
Jul 2016 · 461
CHILDHOOD
Jackie Wilson Jul 2016
needles of terror
pierce my emotion sacs
which leak and spill over,
staining my intellect
and distorting my vision
to see only impossible choices
which drive me
into emotional psychosis
totally divorced
from reality.
Jul 2016 · 368
WOOD INSECTS
Jackie Wilson Jul 2016
wet furry caterpillars
of sleet-heavy pine branches
bend toward my window,
seeking to crawl
into the room.
Jackie Wilson Jun 2016
a dark emerald mass
of a thousand
mottled leaves
sparkle
with sunlight sequins
as they rustle
in the breeze.
Jun 2016 · 393
HOPE
Jackie Wilson Jun 2016
pine trees
sprout frail tan candles
pushing up
from a thick scratchiness
of needles
as an affirmation
of another year's renewal.
Jun 2016 · 383
CEREMONIES
Jackie Wilson Jun 2016
branches of a bush
weighted
with fairy bridal bouquets
bend into a bower
for the wedding couples.
May 2016 · 410
GOOD FRIENDS
Jackie Wilson May 2016
straw
covers a raw wound
of new dirt,
where a tangle
of bushes and weeds
was ripped out
to soothe the sensibilities
of human aesthetics,
leaving behind
grieving trees
to mourn their neighbors.
This poem was written after I looked out my apartment window and saw a miniature jungle of weeds and seedlings right in the center of the lawn had been ripped out.  Management told me they're going to plant grass there so now it'll look just like all the other cookie-cutter lawns in the neighborhood.  I miss the little jungle and I just feel like the big trees do, too!
May 2016 · 490
NATURAL INTELLIGENCE
Jackie Wilson May 2016
distant apple trees
in full bloom,
white popcorn brains
that will soon burst
to reveal their kernels
of fruit.
May 2016 · 378
SENTINELS
Jackie Wilson May 2016
turrets
of dandelion leaves
stand guard
over a peasantry
of grass.
May 2016 · 447
NATURE'S LIGHTHOUSES
Jackie Wilson May 2016
chestnut trees
raise lamps of flowers,
kindling floral flames of red and white
to guide the planet
into summer.
Mar 2016 · 407
LIFE CYCLE
Jackie Wilson Mar 2016
ice sculpture trees,
silhouetted against the sun,
scattered from Fairie
on cold winter winds
bear fruits of icicles
as they die
back into reality.
Mar 2016 · 469
STRUGGLE
Jackie Wilson Mar 2016
a rocky scab
cuts across my center,
weighting down my soul
and slicing me in two,
shrinking me
to half-size.
a crusty stone top
caps off a mysterious blackness
of simple existence
and no intelligence
where none has ever been,
where shapes of smoke
glinting through the darkness
gather strength,
swirling against the sides,
bulging it upward and outward,
as a something
strives to unite with me
and break through
into the light of my being.
Mar 2016 · 378
SNAPSHOT OF A NICE DAY
Jackie Wilson Mar 2016
my living room window
frames a picture
of divine reality.
arboreal Hindu gods
of pine trees
spread their branches of blessings
out from sunlight-carved trunks
and the Halloween night oak,
devoid of leaves,
its spread piercing the tangle of background,
makes its grey skeletal comment
on the green lushness,
while human afterthoughts of telephone poles,
go about their mundane business
as usual.
Mar 2016 · 632
MILKWEED SUN
Jackie Wilson Mar 2016
spring glints and sheds
off pine needles
from blowing breezes.
Mar 2016 · 313
FRUIT
Jackie Wilson Mar 2016
bare stalks
nurture liquid crystal berries
of raindrops,
glinting fertility
holding the fat
of the earth.
Feb 2016 · 1.2k
ODE TO SQUIRRELS
Jackie Wilson Feb 2016
squirrels scamper
along the ground
from tree to tree,
living shuttles
weaving the natural world
into the human one,
creating a paradisiacal pattern
of yard.
Feb 2016 · 1.7k
MY BICYCLE, THE ARTIST
Jackie Wilson Feb 2016
my bicycle
moves over
a clean slate
of white-snowed sidewalk,
its studded tires
sculpting a piece
of modern art
out of winter
for the city.
Feb 2016 · 502
SUN BASKET
Jackie Wilson Feb 2016
sunflowers glisten
from a windowsill basket,
bright butter
melting into the light,
enriching it
and dissolving a little
of the hard scab
within me.
Jan 2016 · 439
ZEBRA REALITY
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
bars of moonlight
materialize through shuttered blinds
to dissolve my pillow
into the prison dimension
of dreams,
slipping in and out
of this reality.
Jan 2016 · 384
INVERTED CHRISTMAS
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
brilliant diamond fire of regret
burns my veins,
my existence diverted
by crushing pressure of lost time
into misery
and not the prophesied joy,
bringing only
the anguish of coping
and the paralyzing fear
of the fire dying
and with it,
life.
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
ethereal silver
dents the blue tranquility
to produce
a liquid mosaic
with boils
of bubbles
against a harmony
of frogs
wrapping sight
in sound.
Jan 2016 · 462
EARTH MEDICINE
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
melting icicles
are hypodermic needles
injecting spring,
drop by drop,
into the world.
Jan 2016 · 368
EXPLOSION
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
I am anti-matter
filled with the anti-gravity
of imagination
and unconventional light,
born into
an unfortunate family
of matter, dull and hollow,
who create the reality
they want to exist.
Jan 2016 · 411
SPIDER'S WEB
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
my family loom
wove sticky woolen words
that trapped my soul
in vast expanses
of itchy incompatibility,
that wrapped me into oblivion
and fashioned their own puppet
from my mummy.
Jan 2016 · 550
ARTWORK
Jackie Wilson Jan 2016
winter
encases lakeside plants
in thick layers
of frozen white time,
preserving them
for a thousand ages
until spring.
Dec 2015 · 513
WHERE'S SWEETHEART?
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
where's my Sweetheart?
can I see him?
oh, no, honey,
your Sweetheart's gone
a long time now,
10, 15, 20 years.
you can't see him
ever again,
so you've got
to forget him
and move on.
don't think of him
or cry,
just move on
like he'd want you to
if he could tell you.
it wasn't your fault
that he couldn't
go with you
when you left.
you had to leave.
and he found another
and forgot you anyway,
so do the same
and just go on.
you can always find
another cat.
Dec 2015 · 391
AIR FAIR
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
pine needles
ride roller coaster branches
up and around in the wind,
flashing their sunlit outfits
of furry green diamonds
as they wave to the earthbound world.
wheee-eee-ee!!!
Dec 2015 · 297
AUTUMN AFTERNOON
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
a thick syrup of sunshine
spills over a lawn,
chiseling the grass
with spring highlights
to stand in relief
against the anonymous shade.
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
fragile heralds
burst out from a tangle
of green confusion,
trumpeting the morning to the day.
This was written several years ago when I was hospitalized after a diving accident.  Every morning I looked into the parking lot where there were a bunch of beautiful morning glory vines. I'm glad I got a poem out of the experience!
Dec 2015 · 433
BURNING AUTUMN
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
flames of red leaves
burn a trail
through the forest floor,
setting the ground
alight with cold fire.
Dec 2015 · 404
INDIAN SUMMER
Jackie Wilson Dec 2015
a cloud of dragonflies
softens the November air
with fluttering fireworks
of light-glinting gauze,
reality meshing into Fairie.
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