Jeanna' SoulHe sat
She stood
Close enough
To touch
He spoke
She heard
For the first time
It took a long time
Years
For them to get here
Where a Sunday afternoon
Could be shared like this
She spoke
He heard
They touched
It felt good
To be in this place
To know
Each other
A little bit better
Than the Sunday afternoon before
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I am not old….she said
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play
I am the retrospective
Of my life as Art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing
You think I am waiting to die
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure
I am a map
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything
Samantha Reynolds, poet..
I read these words and I cried at the beauty and the simplicity and the truth.
I thought of the women I know that have stories I would like to know
I wonder if they wish to be asked… To be found.. to be seen… To be known
As more than just “the old lady that sits on the far left pew”
Or the one that whispers to herself as she plants seeds of flowers
I wonder if those ladies I know wish I would ask them anything
I wonder if they would answer
Would I be surprised? Would they?
What about me? Would I tell stories and answer questions
If I was asked anything?
Or would I gaze away and say,
“you shouldn’t ask questions like that”
While thinking to myself of what I know
And who I am
Underneath it all
I am not getting old, not really
I am becoming my self
My body caresses my soul
My soul caresses my body
I find the treasures in the moments and the questions and the words of another woman
Jeanna’ Mead, poet, too
It’s a rare thing
To get lucky enough
To have a someone
That you can lean on
Trust with your life
When it’s unraveling
Lead you back
When you find yourself
Standing on the ragged edge
Knows the words to say
To make you believe
When you begin to doubt your place
It’s hard to let anyone know
The in-and- out of your livihood
Mistakes you’ve made
The bottom line that collapsed
The sleepless nights when the struggle was real
The kind of someone that can pull things together
See real clear
Words and design that can stand the test of time
Pull together what is needed
Just in the nick of time
There’s something about someone
That can cut straight to the heart of the matter
Cover your bases
Help you get keep up appearance
With a single look in the eye
Understands your feelings
Backs up your lies
When you feel the need yo pretend for others sake
That knows your truth
And speaks it back to you
It’s quite extraordinary to have anything that can last
In times like this when so much changes
It’s a different kind of love
A kind of friendship that evolves
Lasts a lifetime
No matter what
Life, livihoods, lies, luck and love change
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
12 31 pm. May 3 2020.
Here’s another one
Sleepless nights
She can’t get warm
She’s feeling cold
In piles of blankets
Covered head to toe
Wearing black lace and a white tank
Mango oil on worn out legs
She should be sleeping
But she isn’t
Those that know her
Understand she’s fighting
Demons from the past
With all the strength she has
She dreams of a fight she lost long ago
But this time
She whispers
Though no one can hear
“I will win”
“I will win”
“I will win”
Until finally
In her dream
She stands
Wide awake
Covered with everything
But shame
And she knows
She did whatever it took
So she could win
Jeanna’ Mead
7 35 a.m. 4.30.20
Another woman
Wrote these words
But this woman
Felt them
Like a slap in the face
A punch in the stomach
She knew the pain
All too well
She wrote her own words
Imagined herself
Walking with the stars in the sky
On a beach late at night
Sharing deep thoughts
Not the shallow ones at all
that’s the way it was
For the another woman
Seems like
👣💙 Jeanna’ Mead
9 40 a.m. April 28 2020
There’s been a stranger in her bed
She had no idea
Thought she knew him well
After so many nights
But it all came tumbling down
Like a house of cards
She was shaken beyond words
Living a nightmare
That she couldn’t wake up from
She went over every conversation
Wondering how she missed the signs
Wondering when he crossed the line
How long it had been
Since he began to wear a mask
Hide behind a million excuses
She had no idea when he changed
Tried so hard to backtrack
To see what she might have missed
When did he become a stranger
A monster of a man
She shuddered to think of what must have gone thru his head
All those nights when he wouldn’t touch her
Made her wonder what was wrong
Doubt the way time had changed her
Placed the blame where it didn’t belong
She screamed and she collapsed
In such despair
That she had ever loved a stranger
The way she had
It was more than she ever imagined she could handle
But somehow she found out
That she was a helluva a woman
Stronger than the stranger
She would pack up and take off
Leave the past where it belonged
He was the stranger
She had no way to know
But she wasn’t about to pay the price
Any more
He had left his marks
Scars upon her soul
But that was the last time
The stranger would lay down beside her
Jeanna’ Mead
7 32 a.m. April 28,2020
This verse was on my mind yesterday as I drove into Rockwall for groceries. After a trip to Aldi and then Kroger to get what I needed, I headed down John king listening to the playlist that a friend had sent me . The song, Rainbow. Was playing and I was loving the music and the drive.
Then .. my tire blew out… I pulled into a turn lane.. got out and checked the damage then sat in my seat… Wondering who to call … Before I could even call my daughter, this gentleman pulled up in a Lexus SUV and asked if I needed a hand.
Here we are Shelter In Place.. all these 6 ft distance… Etc…
That didn’t matter to neither of us.
He handled my groceries from the back of my car.. Acting as if this was a pleasure and not a nuisance….
He had his bandana around his neck so that I could read his lips…. We stood shoulder to shoulder while I held up the liner and he took my spare out, my tools, my tire jack…… He changed my tire and put all my tools back in proper place and then I reached out to shake his hand and then, I couldn’t help myself… I hugged him and he hugged me back.
I told him that he encouraged me so much by his quick response and willingness to help someone he didn’t even know.
He didn’t have a spirit of fear… But of love for a fellow human, the power to fix S problem and the sound mind to do what was good and right. He chose to fill a need… To show love.
He didn’t have to but he did.
I told him that I had to close my business March 10 and that I had been wrestling with so many thoughts but that the way he came along, he turned my flat tire into a blessing in disguise.
He reminded me that we are not created to live in fear but to act with love, strength and courage.
I was home before my popsicles melted… That’s how fast everything happened… But I’ll remember this for ab long, long time.
I turn words
into an enticing invitation,
a scathing rebuttal,
a tender reminder
a fierce challenge
Depending on who you are
and what you see
I can make tears roll
down your face
Make your heart ache
Fill you with passion
Yearning for more
Or make you roar with laughter
Shake your head in disbelief
I can help you see the Majesty of this world
Remind you of the treasures you have stored
I can bring you to your senses
When you’re standing at the ragged edge
Wondering which way is best
I take words
Make them magic
Because that’s where my power is
And all it takes
Is an minute.
👣♥️ Jeanna’
7 18 a.m. 4.22.20
When a friend asked what was my super power, I couldn’t help myself.
