Sunbeams – A Joanesque Blog

Mom died one month ago today.  The pictures this early morning, November 29, 2015, from my house pale from reality, a silver-tipped diamond-scape, so beautiful it hurts the eyes.

At sunrise a fridged night opened to a crystal morning.  If Mom were here she would wear her pajamas, shoes slipped over her bare feet snapping pictures. I would watch her quietly pass by my house on her golf cart, her looking up all around, she the brightest gem.

I know how many of you silently looked forward to her blog, read every post.  She spoke to me often about polishing up pieces, broadcasting to the world.  She would show me the map of countries who tuned in, secretly proud.  She would look for comments that often would not grow. She wondered if anyone was really reading.  She wondered if she should stop.

I am attempting a take on her fan base’s favorites, pictures with a side of words, but I do not have a good camera so I will attempt a poem of words with a side of pictures.  The full uninterrupted poem follows.

Sunbeams

November sunbeams freeze
an army advance
of crystal caterpillars
antennae up, searching the thaw for winter.

Ice caterpillar
November 29, 2015 – Morning Frost

Gnarled seasons

Gnarled
Barb wire gnarl in ancient stump

twist knuckles and streams,
lattice of crystal blades hovering
where puddles once lapped.

Ice feathers
Spring falls ice feathers.

Cabin roofs smoke

Cold smoke
Wet fire burns in morning sun

where the fay flit fires


alight in imagination.

They cook in play kettles,

Fairy Stove
Window sill collection

read books aside meadows,
make water curve light,Drain curl
turn Christmas trees white,

Tannenbaum
The tree of Christmas future by the barn of farmer’s past

all placed in the night
for sunbeams.

Our most loved girl joined
their blown glass world

Blown Glass
A watery world view

to light lamps in our hearts
who need sunbeams.

 

Just the poem

Sunbeams

November sunbeams freeze 
an army advance
of crystal caterpillars
antennae up, searching the thaw for winter.

 

Gnarled seasons 
twist knuckles and streams, 
lattice of crystal blades hovering
where puddles once lapped.
Cabin roofs smoke
where the fay flit fires 
alight in imagination.
They cook in play kettles,
read books aside meadows,
make water curve light,
turn Christmas trees white,
all placed in the night
for sunbeams.
Our most loved girl joined
their blown glass world
to light lamps in our hearts
who need sunbeams.

 

 

 

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  1. Joanesque…..it was indeed.
    A solace, but a new rip into tender grief that needs released to allow the celebration of her beauty to again warm my heart and fill my eyes.
    I laughed out loud as I pictured her pajama clad jaunt for the perfect picture.

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  2. Thanx for this…it was worth it!

    I reads all of her missals,commented on a few so she’d know I read them. Hard to believe she’d fret about someone reading them.Funny, the things we worry about.
    Nice pictures…..

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  3. I never met your mom but did have your dad as a teacher. Even though I didn’t stick with German I still remember him as one of my favorites, always harassing but always a laugh. It was so obvious the love he had for your mom and for you kids. It is so very clear not only the love you had for your mom but the admiration. I just felt the need to tell you, your words are so incredible and beautiful. The eulogy you wrote for your mom was one of the most beautiful things I have ever read! At times I had to take a minute to compose myself and clear my tears to continue on. I am the mother of two sons., and I pray that if my children love me and respect me half of what you expressed about your mom, then I’ve done something right in my life. Blessings to you and your family during the holidays as you begin to navigate without your mom. Cherish all the memories of the past and start some new with the 5 grands. Know that in many ways your mom will be there all along the way.

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  4. Brett, so enjoyed your poem and thought your pictures were lovely. She would have loved them. Love Joanesque, yes it was. You share her talent, her thoughts and the way you see things. This so reminded me of her. I miss her blogs, and usually let her know how much I enjoyed them. Hope you keep this up. What a wonderful way to remember her.

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