Monday, October 9, 2023

Undercurrent

When we are young

playing at the shore 

we are often told 

"beware the undertow"

That's what drowns little kids

as their mothers look on

from the beach, squinting,

saluting the sun.

But as adults, 

no guardian yells from the beach

"beware the undercurrent"

The undercurrent 

is what drowns adults,

as no one watches from afar.

 

 ~Jennifer Miller

 


Tuesday, June 21, 2022

FREE

 

.…until one day,

I noticed the door was open,

so I walked out of the cage.


6/21/2022

by Jennifer 

Sunday, December 5, 2021

Transcending

Conscious stream of thought

Unconscious stream of thought

Conscious stream of words

Unconscious stream of words

For a Sunday, on a planet

Orbiting a star

Where everything means something

And everything means nothing

 

Here we go

Transcend.

Too many words

Too many thoughts

Too much of everything

 

Transcend.

Understanding the Nihlist

The stoic, the sceptic

And yet this is a spiritual

Awakening

When everything explodes

All at once

Into nothingness

like the Big bang

And then it’s all gone

like the universe, maybe


~Jenny Miller

 

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

 

I guess what we mourn over in midlife is not the past people and places of our youth, but the loss of our naïve hearts and minds. ~Jenny Miller

Monday, November 30, 2020










We shrug off the weary garment

and fly home to God

Where first, as we fly through

the endless expanse of the stars

and space,

through an endless universe, universes,

past planets, such beautiful shining

brightness against the dark --

On our way we are told perhaps

"Guess what - want to know the secret?"

"Yes" we answer.


- by Jenny Miller

#1 Autumn: 2020 ~ Ornamental Horticulture ~Koelreuteria bipinnata

 








There is a certain kind of tree

called a Chinese Lantern

because it has foliage in the fall

that looks like colorful Chinese

lanterns

and they sway softly

in the breeze.


-by Jenny Miller

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Bayberry Candles

The scent of Bayberry candles

will forever bring me back to a time

of deciduous woods,

a colonial white house,

a crisp and colorful fall

and the burnt orange,

warm simplicity 

of the seventies.


-by Jenny Miller