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Janet E Hunt A selection of e~poetry
artwork by Janet E Hunt |
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Janet E Hunt A selection of e~poetry
artwork by Janet E Hunt |
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Your Eyes © Janet E Hunt August 29, 2002 |
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Your eyes are the most beautiful I've seen |
| When they look into mine, it's as if we touch |
| And then we go to a place where we desire... |
| for as long as we hold the gaze... |
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Your Eyes ... Continued © Janet E Hunt June 15, 2003 |
| Our eyes - everlastingly holding each other close |
| Now so tenderly with our full minds and bodies |
| As we go to a place where we both desire |
| We have melted together |
| From a heat of real passion |
| Careful talk with one another |
| Deeply in love |
| And we shall be |
| Together - our destiny |
| The two above are the introduction...this is dedicated to you...because I am. Without you, I am merely passing by the time... |
| Contrasting Dancers © Janet E Hunt March 3, 2002 |
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soles of my dance shoes are worn And the seams near the laces are badly torn I want to blame them for not being able to properly land But it’s also that I’ve been ill - I’m not the same as I usually am I stand at the barre to stretch and position I see myself in the mirror - my body seems abstract - out of vision I attempt to correct my shoulders - to see how the rest of my body aligns But I can’t seem to pull myself up, no matter how I try I move away from the barre ready for the music to begin The last time I practiced the routine - I don’t remember how long it’s been I find my place, simultaneously attempting to match the song with the right mood But I’m not ready for the acceleration, and it changes my attitude I can't find a focal point in order to perform the spinning Soon, I’m unable to move, overcome with a nauseous feeling I give up and nod my way out the door Wondering if I’m just not able to dance anymore I don’t bother to change out of my leotard I just throw my jacket over my head and pull my jeans on And walk to the next studio to stand and face the window I look in as she stands at the barre so beautiful and perfectly posed I watch for as long as I can without her noticing Her black leotard contrasting so dramatically with her blonde hair and fair skin Her moves so graceful, her position so delicate She dances with the music, assertively and so accurate My mood and spirit changes instantly As I watch her with such intensity I’m drawn by the wit, intellect, charm and personality of this very young woman She is not just anyone She is my beautiful daughter And, she is her own. She is...Cora. She is who she wants to be Odd how much she admires me When in fact, it is a different turn It is I who wishes I could be much like her. |
| Conversation © Janet E Hunt March 14, 2002 |
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long for conversation. It isn’t that it is missing for me, but I am impatient. I want to have intimate discussions about whatever pops into my head at that very moment. I want to take whatever is in my head and twist it, turn it, reverse it, shape it until I see all facets and then I can explain it, or not explain it, or have trouble explaining it - and seek someone to be challenged with me in the examination and fascination. |
| Gnomes © Janet E Hunt September 25, 2001 |
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Gnomes
have homes |
| Back Road Field © Janet E Hunt November 20, 2003 |
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fell where we lay once in a pasture where there was forest. Deer have passed on generations of white tails perkly swaying upright with their run The moon shines on blades of wet dew, dark yet glistening A childhood memory ruins the present Deeply set in the mind with no ill intent Love does not fall easily upon her |
last updated: 4.11.04 there will be more...
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