Joan E. Gettry
Beechhurst, New York
Joan E. GettryBeechhurst, New York |
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Prior to 1994, writing poetry was never part of my life; but thanks to the National Library of Poetry, who first churned that inner sanctum. I've been writing ever since. Many of my writings have been published by them and a book of poetry, titled "My Thoughts as They Come" is due out very soon. I've learned through my writing that grief, and loss can be overcome through cleansing of the heart and soul which in the end, brings forth the powers of healing. I'm a homemaker, recent college graduate, and a potential candidate for further studies in 1997. |
The Guessing GameA bright new day unfolded from my Apocalyptic nightOf which I knew not, where I've been Nor whom I was in company with But according to the dictates of my subconscious reactions Upon a bright new day, I know that I've been With the Creme de la creme through my apocalyptic night. And OH! what a night it must have been, For the joyous vibrations the subconscious Raps upon my door of entry. The sweet repose it rushes through my senses Have made me coil the ropes from the subconscious, Hoping to review the full spectrum Of my Apocalyptical night But the subconscious will not bend, It simply will not yield to my demands, Instead, it reprimands; "Take what I give! And enjoy to the fullest." |
Ebb and Flow of the ChannelDear Lord,At times, I struggle within myself for finding words In carrying on a conversation with You. I need to speak with You today; Nothing of urgency, but I have that desire To converse with You today. My heart is overjoyed, They're no pains, no sorrows, Only that need to converse with You; But I find that the channel is stilled, If as though it has been sealed; Because, there are no access nor formulation To expression of my thoughts. You know what's in my heart But why, and how can I not Construct the words for Telling You what I need to say? Is this Your way of telling me, "Be Still, and Know That I'm With You?" I'm like a helpless bird perched on a ledge, Whose wings have been clipped, But it needs to fly, it needs to soar As the things it was destined to do, But finding there's no way of helping itself. Today, I'm like that bird, I need to, I need to speak with You, Dear Lord, Instead, neither phrasing nor words Will come to the fore; So please, accept my tears as my way Of conversing with You, Dear Lord, Since You deemed it be "Be Still, and Know That I'm with You, Always." |