Simple and Extraordinary

Paulo Coelho: “Be blessed.
The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them”

There were flowers

In a coffee cup

That she would use

Again and again

While remembering

Her friend

There was wine

And desserts

Long talks

Belly laughs

A special stone

Bought from a long ways

That made her feel

Like she was known

It was a lipstick and eye shadow

A hug and a kiss

Sweet text that made her

Feel she had done her best

It was such a simple thing

So extraordinary

And she was wise enough to know

That she was blessed.

👣❤Jeanna’ Mead

7 46 a.m 8-28-18

Www.jeannasoul.com

Holding Flowers

She could have tossed

the broken pieces away

swept up the shards

and let it be

over and done with

But that just wasn’t

her kind of way

She picked up every piece

laid them down

then one by one

placed them back in

best way she could

a little bit of super glue

a whole lot of patience

and there she had it

couldn’t hold sangria anymore

no more Texas tea

but she placed a mason jar

down inside

filled water to the brim

and the broken pitcher

was put to use

holding flowers

So much like her heart

she’s took those broken pieces

instead of turning bitter

holding grudges

acting ugly

throwing fits

making more to regret

she just lays down

opens up

reaches out

and gives 

another chance

and finds herself

holding flowers.
👣❤Jeanna’  Mead

10 20 p.m.  7-26-18

http://www.jeannasoul.com

Broke Down

She had  brokedown

on the wrong side of town

and still found the kindness

of strangers there

She broke down

couldn’t help the tears

standing by an old man

that smelled of English Leather

And cherry tobacco

His cowboy hat and well-worn boots

pushed her to the edge

and he didn’t know

exactly what to do

but pat her hand and tip his hat

She broke down

under the weight 

of too many pounds

and not enough breaks

Sweat and tears mingled.

as she tried to get back

all the strength she had

She broke down
indulged herself

in a bouquet of crazy daisies

 pretty lace panties

a dress that made her feel

as good as she looked

She broke down

and gave in

tried on the pants

surprised herself

at how well they fit

She broke down

and made the first move

reached out to see

if it was water under the bridge

or if time had made

the wall too high to climb

She broke down

surrendered her body

to finally receive

all that she had been giving

for a long time 

She broke down

ordered her own

 bottle of Bliss

because that was the only way

she would ever get it again

She broke down 

poured herself a drink

from the bottle 

that she had saved

for another time and day

She broke down

explained how she felt

that the pain was too much

to just keep on pretending

that it didn’t hurt

She broke down 

gave in to the temptations

that had been a long time coming

She made it all worth the wait

She broke down

asked for help

when it was clear

that she was in

way over her head 

deep trouble

short handed

lost for words

just plain 

broke down.
👣❤   Jeanna’ Mead

6 56 p.m 7-15-18

http://www.jeannasoul.com

Hard Truth

The time had been coming

for many months now

She knew it would happen

sooner or later

prepared herself the best she could

She’s a master of her art and craft

A master of disguise as well

She’ll close her eyes

and let her hands feel

Say all the right things

put others at ease

It’s a hard truth

but it’s what she’ll have to do

Show her worth

that she’s good

A master of her art and craft

a master of disguise as well

She’ll do her very best

the moves for which she’s well known 

She’ll hold on and she’ll hold it in

It’ll be something else

but she’ll make do

It’s the hard truth

but she’ll be just fine

She’s a master of het art and craft

A master of disguise as well

She”‘ll hold on and hold it in

she won’t make that sound

the one that escapes

when she’s most content

but then that’s just

the hard truth

that only happens now and then

Because she’s a master of disguise

and of her art and craft as well

👣❤  Jeanna’ Mead

8 50 a.m. 7-7-18

http://www.jeannasoul.com

Wishes

“Don’t wish for anything except this moment. Leave tomorrow alone. Tend to today.”

She read those words
let out a sigh
some would even say
she purred
As she wished
for so many things
she wished for beach sand
for another chace
to be lifted up
and carried away
feel the sun
melt the oil
into her skin
She wished to dance
feel the rhythm
know the steps
that come naturally
She wished for sweets
chocolate brownies
fudge that she used to get
Americanos after five o’ clock
She wished for wild flowers,wild rides, wild stories
Spur of the moment
treasure hunting
art and words
pitchers of crazy daisies
She wished for a visit
for a long awaited conversation
for things to be
more and less
all the same
She wished for strength
courage and bravery
and sometimes she wished
to just let go
of all the reins
the pretense
and ride like the wind
She wished to hear
and be heard
to hold and be held
to give and to receive
and she wished
oh,how she wished
to love as big
as beautiful
as wide and far
as all the stars
and all the waves
and all the wishes
ever made.

👣❤
Jeanna’ Mead
8 19 a.m. 6-27-18
http://www.jeannasoul.com

Expecting Too Much

. Well. I guess it’s the truth

I go about my day

and I go about my life

Expecting too much

when I should have learned

 good and well by now

that I shouldn’t expect

all that much

I should not expect

my mind to be read

or the lights to always shine

just right

it’s probably way too much

to expect anyone

to read between the lines

catch the little nuances

tiny details

that show how well

one is known and loved

I shouldn’t expect

to receive back

what I always give

although it sure would

be nice

Maybe,just maybe

I really do expect

way too much

like work to be done

treasures to be found

an Americano to be handed to me

with a wink and a smile

of understanding

I expect flowers to bloom

as soon as I plant ’em

and the boots to fit

I expect sugar on toast

a hug and a kiss

Sweet talking

belly laughing

and grace to be extended

my way

I expect dates to be remembered

Things to be done

and promises to be made

I expect to be asked

to dance

to have a drink

to come on over

dive in and savor

 an invitation

I expect to miss out

struggle to understand

read lips

best as I can

I expect to find my way

carve out some space

turn the trash from another

into a treasure of my own

I expect to find beauty

where the ashes used to be

and I sure do see

what others expect from me

I expect way too much

and it’s just the way I am



👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

4 32 p.m. 4-7-18.

http://www.Jeannasoul.com