Friendship
Beauty assaults me,
joy
bounces into my hands,
and my heart
at the long-absent voice.
Like the greening and blossoms of spring ,
joy embraces
me,
sings to me,
grasps my hand.
I hear and feel
tenderness..
Author: joanvinallcox
Joan Vinall-Cox, Ph.D. is a lifelong learner, retired communications professor, and rabid reader who has taught in both the college and university systems.
Her Ph.D., in 2004 was an Autoethnographic Arts-Based Narrative Inquiry focused on moving from technophobia to technophilia.
She is a widow from a pretty happy marriage and a mother to a strong and kind daughter.
Her interests include Centering Prayer, Multiple Intelligences, Attention Deficit Disorder and its connection to creativity, Jung, Campbell’s Monomyth, and Arts-Based Narrative Inquiry.
Credo
A poem I wrote many years ago.
I eat my time like honey
drooling
down
unto my tongue.
We live a stone's length -
(name,
birth-death)
While inbetween
we cram and crush
such sweetness in
Pentecost Monday
Years have a shape; they throb and ache: the daily step, the monthly debt. Mornings rise and afternoons serve - hidden tears and blazing joys. Wasted moments and Summers end, Autumns harvest and Winters task - the long lost times dissolve, dissipate and Springs secrete unburdened hope. Years have a shape and accumulate, seasons repeat and propagate the tears and joys that shape our lives, the days and memories we consecrate.
Perception
Sometimes the mirror moves showing me what I’d rather not see. Memories shift and reform revealing different stories, painfully clear now. We wear such narrow glasses spotlighting one version, blind to and blurring peripheral possibilities.
The Jester
I wrote this in university, after realizing that I could write something and call it a poem, that I had a poetic voice.
The Jester smiles and grimaces - juggling balls, words. emotions. People applaud the gesture.
Green Time
It is the time of green mists surrounding grey branches as trees begin again. Daffodils abound, and dandelions replicate, reflecting the brightening sun. The earth is warming as buds move to blooming. and green shoots thrust upwards. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
Cold Coffee
The reassuring bitterness of cold coffee while waiting for news
As Transient as a Breath
As transient as a breath or the cresting of a wave, our days flash by. from dust to dust with this sparkling lovely moment we cling to and must surrender.
The Frailty of the Body
The frailty of the body when hurt or simply aging, is humbling, and astounding. Pride rises like a toddler’s mimicking the whole-bodied - “I did it!” proclaimed about what used to be easy. March 2021
The Voice
The voice that speaks what I don’t know that I know is deep and ironic, speaking aloud so I can hear what was hidden within me.
Learning Living 