Music of Life

She looked at what it had to say

shaking her head

as she knew full well

the memories it would bring

of times gone by

heart to heart

kindred spirits

laughter shared

walks and talks 

early morning texts

late night replies

beautiful exchanges

some gone

others remain

choices made

that changed everything

and it’s all in the songs

lyrics she had never heard

bands she hadn’t known

the music plays on

and she dances

as she reads the words

feels the vibrations

does her work

vows to her heart

that she won’t be

anything less than

the brown eyed girl

in the song that plays

again and again

She’ll keep right on

living her life

being the Wild One

playing the songs

that take her down

the ragged edge 

of pleasure and pain

that the music brings

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Not A Word

There were words

hidden in the cracks 

between the lines

along the ragged edge

that weren’t so easy to find

like a pirate’s loot of treasure

disguised in plain sight

only a very few ever looked

long and hard 

deep enough

to see what was there

Not a word was said

no hint it had been read 

but she knew

by the sound of  the silence

that she had hit a nerve

crossed a line

left a mark

a little trail

unleashed a floodgate

of ?what-if’s” and “if only’s”

and although

Not a word was read

she wrote them anyway

so she could find

her own treasure

in plain sight

Jeanna” Mead

8 32 a.m.  11-13-17

http://www.jeannasoul.com

In This Chair

Here I am

in this chair

once again

being still

in the presence

of the One that created 

every living thing

In this chair

I find such peace

gentle and soothing

reminding me

that I am created

loved and chosen

set apart to be

just the way I am

In this chair

I let go

of all the “what if’s”

and the “why’s”

that tried so hard

 to clutter my mind

fill me with doubt

stir up old wounds

I just surrender

toss the past

over my shoulder

kick away the debris

and open up 

to all the wonders

that have been created

for my pleasure

 pure joy

constant refuge

sacred space

in this chair

where I can lose

and find

get lost 

be found

be loved

and love back




As If

UNLESS