JakTrakstag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-16354502009-12-13T16:02:02-06:00So I can see where I've been . . . life, humor, ideas, nature, etc.TypePadHaikutag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a74c3ee1970b2009-12-13T16:02:02-06:002009-12-13T16:07:51-06:00busy all weekend time to rough draft a new poem and write this haikuJacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/12/haiku.htmlPine Foresttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340128762119c0970c2009-12-06T18:25:39-06:002009-12-08T15:29:28-06:00Forest is a palpable presence greater than its sum of branches, coniferous-ly expressing mystery bottomless as deep-seas are black. The hottest day is rendered cool one step inside the blue-green cave - as if you're walking underwater through the Earth's...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/12/song-of-the-pines.htmlSuiting Up for Wonderlandtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340128761b461e970c2009-12-05T10:59:30-06:002009-12-05T10:59:30-06:00A tiny sphere. Puncture and poof, it begins. Sharing dividing, what is divided dividing according to the code: the dee oxee r-eye bose code, knew klee ick ass id. Calibrated star dust. An organic space suit for the adventurous and...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/12/suiting-up-for-wonderland.htmlWaitingtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6e62adb970b2009-11-28T12:48:17-06:002009-11-28T12:48:17-06:00Sitting in Egg Harbor - din slowly rising as people fuel up for Saturday. High voices of children, tenor of dishes and silver, alto and baritone voices counterpoint to my waiting, sipping dark roast coffee slowly cooling. I keep looking...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/the-way-of-things.htmlWindow Seattag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c48834012875e46ea6970c2009-11-27T13:10:13-06:002009-11-27T13:10:13-06:00Never seeming to tire of peering out four windows at the same four-season quiet tree-lined street lounging the window seat: benevolent neighborhood watch, or sitting tall their heads jerking every which way following what plays (leaves ladybugs bees) or lowering...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/window-seat.htmlDay After Thanksgiving Haikutag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6e1f846970b2009-11-27T11:02:54-06:002009-11-27T11:02:54-06:00three cats around me cello concerto plays soft space-time perfectionJacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/day-after-thanksgiving-haiku.htmlT-Shirt Timetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c48834012875c2b639970c2009-11-21T13:30:32-06:002009-11-21T13:30:32-06:00If considered by the t-shirts I sleep in - blue, pink, teal, orange, gray and lime - time does not exist. Six shirts washed and folded warm, placed in a drawer. Ah, I tell myself, you're good for another six...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/tshirt-time.htmlSolar Plexedtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6bdaa05970b2009-11-20T17:44:59-06:002009-11-20T17:45:00-06:00its in my solar plexus no bigger than a pinpoint: a tiger stalking for fresh meat, coyotes transfixed by a clear night sky, frogs out to leap and snap their tongues, dachshunds and dobermans wagging in windows alley cats nosing...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/in-my-solar-plexus--no-bigger-than-a-dime----is-a-tiger-stalking-for-fresh-meat--coyotes-transfixed-by-the-clear-night-sky.htmlRules of the Gametag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6a27dc1970b2009-11-15T13:11:18-06:002009-11-15T13:07:44-06:00We play the game "Survival is the Goal" offensively to wield a club of clout, defensively so what we love may stay. Late autumn falls again, the daylight's doled, all women track the moon's circular route, dense clouds drop rain...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/circle-or-spiral.htmlAll Boats Floattag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a698bc26970b2009-11-13T16:35:02-06:002009-11-13T16:35:02-06:00if you're sluicing life a row boat and your s.o. with a motor, is this a problem or a difference to be enjoyed, and employed? my s.o. saw the boats as problem while I thought the difference good, I learned...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/all-boats-float.htmlTrue Blue Rosetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6980fd6970b2009-11-13T15:15:11-06:002009-11-13T15:15:11-06:00This eternal rose is always a bud, Always unfolding, always fully open; Reason recognizes its perfume Unsullied by assume or justification - We call it love, are fed by its beauty, May trust the scent to point precisely north, A...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/true-blue-rose.htmlDummytag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c48834012875648078970c2009-11-08T16:42:39-06:002009-11-15T13:34:32-06:00I just deleted the entry I began entering 2 hours ago when an idea entered my mind and I entertained it until the first line made an entrance as a phrase and entrained with others entered the world of words...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/dummy.htmlPuff, Tango, Plashtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6607810970b2009-11-07T15:07:26-06:002009-12-05T11:07:11-06:00This morning, remembering the daily hour drive east to college into the sunrise sky dance of imagination widening sleep-drawn eyes with solar soaked art, dewy kiss, day's first smile, light's color-coded prayer for all of us across its one horizon....Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/puff-tango-and-plash.htmlBtwn Flat and Brattag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6474910970b2009-11-01T09:37:38-06:002009-11-27T13:16:56-06:00Cats are brats - (why I like them so much) more fun than being flat if you recall, before brat was slapped out of you. Not that bratty works at work or in casual relationships, the impulse behind it what...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/btwn-flat-and-brat.htmlFinding Enough Lighttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a64446a9970b2009-10-31T10:09:24-05:002009-10-31T10:09:24-05:00I Java lays down slaps his tail on the carpet, I'm waiting it says impatiently. He knows I'll cave . . . and I do. Rub a dub dub. II Its been raining for days; now the sunlight falls on...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/finding-enough-light.htmlAlternate Endingstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a61e6f3c970b2009-10-25T17:37:52-05:002009-11-13T15:24:27-06:00Rumi wrote his poems from Heaven Frost penned at his farm, Whyte writes from an inner edge Dickinson from the heart. Different places, yet the same, Still I'd like to know Where I write from most the time, Where Muse...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/rumi-wrote-his-poems-from-heaven--frost-penned-at-his-farm--whyte-writes-from-an-inner-edge--dickinson-from-the-heart----di.htmlDown the Slide of Life on Waxed Papertag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a61baa51970b2009-10-24T17:55:48-05:002009-10-24T17:52:37-05:00In grade school 1960's I was taught in the second half of all our lives brains lose cells without regenerating, the brain they said goes moldy, loses spark. What a tightly wrapped box beliefs can be, we didn't know that...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/how-it-is.htmlA Sink Full of Paradisetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5f241f1970b2009-10-18T11:34:20-05:002009-10-18T11:34:20-05:00For ten seconds the dirty dishes in my sink were holy, why then and never again like that. Now I carry the knowledge: the precious nature inherent in plates, and our talent to witness as a flyer for islands paradise,...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/a-sink-full-of-paradise.htmlWatching Ice Melttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a63c4c26970c2009-10-14T13:36:41-05:002009-10-14T13:40:49-05:00Each day's a new block of ice frozen at dawn, running down hill as hours melt to thin memory, rivulets pooling together somewhere (or nowhere). Do memories visually pool with their like forming layers on layers of similar scenes ....Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/watching-ice-melt.htmlSun Moon Voidtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a633f9a3970c2009-10-12T13:38:46-05:002009-10-12T13:38:46-05:00Writing poems, either sparks of light or, so what, sun, moon and void: today from shadows, tomorrow a clear lens next Saturday - darkness from Pluto. Light never can hide from itself, no expectant search or "ah" in find, nothing...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/sun-moon-void.html