ericajean

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Poet and author of "Sea of Iron Hands"--. You can listen to my spoken word: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-5

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  • ericajean 1w

    #routine #wod

    Here we go songs of birds
    Tweet Tweet Tweet
    Here we go email check
    Click click click
    Here we go green tea
    Sip sip sip
    As the cases come through
    As the bosses direct
    Then Fall Back Sun slides down
    Darkening my window. Darkening
    My room-
    As I clock out.
    I Feed my rabbit again
    Read a book again
    Do it all again tomorrow
    Dream dream dream

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    Here We Go

    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 2w

    #unnoticed #wod

    We had our third eye closed
    As Summer moved to Fall-
    A virus moved unnoticed
    In the Winter of surprise
    And autonomy….

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    World Changes

    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 5w

    Hate
    Pitted pain
    Washes over me
    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 6w

    Why are we melancholy?

    ~Shadows of time chase us down 6 feet under~
    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 6w

    #pastoralpoem #wod

    Just beyond my patio
    Are golden tulips
    With love bugs hanging on the edge of a leaf

    Even further are the hills
    Bible verse valleys; mountains
    Of faith and fire, but the holy
    Golden daffodils await me

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    Corners of valleys
    And depths of home
    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 7w

    #wild #wod. ��Hi everyone! My new job kicks in tomorrow, so sadly I may do more poems on the weekend, rather than week nights. I'll still read your words!

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    Behind My Eyes

    What a day it has been!
    Clouds hung like pieces of Q-tip
    Cotton against a lavender sky-
    I woke up by poking myself in the eye

    What a night!
    The tides have pulled my
    Hair up into wild snakes
    As I close my eyes
    Before orange daybreak
    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 7w

    Earth Lover

    The way you harden as stone
    Before me, then gently lick away
    The pain of yesterday as my love trickles


    You are Cupid’s arrow
    Sharp, spearheading into 
    My dark and dreary days


    You are the rain that has wet my dry grasses
    Turning them into lush, flowered
    Array of petals--earthy

    Your hands are veiny cradles
    That hold me at night,
    Keeping the past hurts away...
    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 7w

    #anaphora #wod

    Beloved, you bled for me
    Beloved, your pierced hands healed more
    Beloved, you covered my demons in pork

    Beloved, your scars are testament in red
    Beloved, your nimbus cloud obscures your flesh
    Beloved, you enter my heart afresh as daily bread

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    Heart of a Lamb

    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 7w

    #grandma #wod

    Grandma's kitchen had
    The great wooden spoon,
    A Dark brown and commanding
    Wood that hung up high
    Over the sun yellow rotary
    Phone,

    The wooden spoon, where
    I sat and thought up my
    Unborn cousin's name
    The same spoon I fell
    Under, vomiting globules
    Of red McDonalds nuggets &
    Bbq

    But the smell of grandma's
    Baked chicken, shiny green collards, and pound cake
    From scratch with the chocolate
    Frosting

    Serves as the best memory
    Under the long handled
    Spoon

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    Under the Wooden Spoon

    ©ericajean

  • ericajean 7w

    #kwansaba #wod��Super late on this one, but I had to go to sleep on time. It be really late over here lol!

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    Join in the push of pain
    Slick like rain pours down
    Her face, and the fold in
    Her womb quivers- 

    The wail of surprising air
    Swishes through new lungs
    From womb to cradle

    ©ericajean