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Poems
by Joy
Renee
Poetry as Portal
Through Chaos
In
the four plus decades of my life events have forced me several times to
re-envision myself or risk succumbing to encroaching chaos. Poetry has
often been my portal through the chaos. Especially as I face the daily
challenges of living with severe visual impairment. Poetry has taught me
there is more to seeing than retinas bathed in photons bouncing off
surfaces. Poetry, for me, is a distillation of language and thought into
the voice of that Spirit which in-forms the cosmos. At its most powerful
it is the very soul of life, the place where Spirit and self engage one
with the Other in the dance of co-creation.
The
Woman Who Swallowed a Baby
This poem was inspired by my several experiences with
Pseudocyesis, the clinical term for false pregnancy. Among the
contributing factors is aerophagia or air swallowing.
The Welter of
Life
On the strange attraction between the
sacred and profane
Remembering Dandelions This poem was written as an exercise presented in Gabriele Ricco's Writing the Natural Way. I owe gratitude to the author of the poem which I mimicked. If I ever get my hands on the book again I will look up the poem give that author credit here.
Becoming (That Most
Hoped for) I
This poem was the first one I wrote
which told a plotted story. It was a revelation to me on many
levels.
see: Losing
Control
Implicate Order
I wrote the first version of this in 1998 after
reading a number of books on cosmology written by physicists or those who
studied the work of physicists while I was concurrently reading books
by Jung and by Joseph Campbell. Is it any wonder I tried to narrow
the abyss between their world-views so that they could almost hear each
other's whispers?
Rag Doll Babies and Million Dollar Maybes
This was composed for one of the
characters of my short story, Making Rag Doll Babies and
Million Dollar Maybes. She was an aspiring Country Westtern
Star. I originally composed it to the tune of a familiar Country
Western song by a female performer. I've now forgotten which song
and which performer. If any one can figure out which one by the
rhythms inherent in the words, I would appreciate hearing about it.
I know it was meant to be lively and plaintive. Easy to line-dance
to. And I was picturing a very young Reba McIntire as the singing
diva in my story.
Soul
Mirror
who is speaking of whom
is the question and the msystery
Rule of
Tongue
on speaking of the mystery
of me, thee and Thou
Sounding
Central Truth
on living with mystery
and paradox