In dreams I see youA silhouette out of reachLapping up the light Further to my update yesterday, here we go with the poems I’ve published on Medium! This was the first, on June 1, 2020. Thank you for reading!
Author Archives: amyjasek
Ch-ch-ch-changes. . . .
Welp, it’s been a challenging year for me so far, and the way I’ve responded to it is to push all creative endeavors to the background (except piano, that one is my outlet). I’m not writing much, and I’m not photographing much. By not much I mean barely at all. For a while, I’ve feltContinue reading “Ch-ch-ch-changes. . . .”
Woman by Amy Jasek
Originally posted on Forever Endeavour:
This body is a conduit? between the earth and sky she sings to the moon pulls heaven down to wear across her shoulders This body is a shadow? of glory, a powerhouse of creation, sealed with the Divine she soars through her cycles cries out wrenching new beginnings from the…
Taking Sides
the Joyful Conqueror arm wrestlesthe Sorrowful Scared Cynicwho’s used to losing Wild Dreamer kicksthe Careful Rule Followerin the shins under the tableso Sh*t-stirrer starts up,knocking over a chairinto Peacemaker, who spillsher drink onto the stifledRealist’s crisp white shirt the Diplomat steps forwardbut procrastinates for an instantand gets shoved out ofthe way by the Bitter GossipContinue reading “Taking Sides”
Groundhog Day
Up north, trouble is steeping awaya cold brew in the worksan icy blue cloud on the weather maplike a smudge of something borrowedturning up where it doesn’t belong The kitchen is a greenhousesnug and tightly stocked as the fridgewhere heat, not freeze, means calamity But the storm, if it arrives, is hours awayso for nowContinue reading “Groundhog Day”
Earth
stripped down now,she adorns herself with winteran invisible layer exposed by absencea rough coat of ragged barkand spindled stickswith a scarf of last summer’s decay little birds hop at her shoulderswhile squirrels dig at her feetthe hoard of autumn now silentthe revelry of abundanceput away but also strewn about everything suggests the whiff of iceeverythingContinue reading “Earth”
Shadow
my shadow is tallshe can reach all the glasseson the top shelf she fills them to the brimwith strong cocktailsbecause alcohol doesn’tbother her stomach,and neither does anyquantity or combination of food she drives fastand says “f*ck it”more than I do, becausethat field of hers really is barrenand she lords over ita lanky scarecrow inbright redContinue reading “Shadow”
Skin
. . . . so many maps
and destinations
burgeoning, just beneath the skin
Notice — Pact
Reposting from my daughter’s blog! The writer’s journey continues. . . . So I’m back, and as you may have noticed I did NOT overhaul the website like I said I would over the holidays. Instead, I decided “hey, wouldn’t it be a great idea if I rewrote the entire thing in a completely differentContinue reading “Notice — Pact”
After the Front
After midnight the storm’s breathcame fast and fierce betweenthe houses, snuffingtrees and patio furniturelike errant candlesit gripped the stars and stripeslike a sail, unmooringour flagship with a single blowso it drifted into thedepths of the gardenfences folded like ahouse of cards, harkeningto the maelstrom’s beguiling whistle But you would never knowit now – if itContinue reading “After the Front”
The Poetry Patio 