Tag: my poetry

“As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

—for Miss May Ziadeh You were close to me last night with your compassion and how you were cherishing me; I felt the feather-soft way your fingers moved through my hair, the shape of your hands familiar and welcome…You placed your face close to mine and whispered in my ear a little while, quick soft…… Continue reading “As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

“How the Pieces Fell”

My heart broke but I doubt that the pieces made it to Scotland. The bard poet was just about to be lead out with the guard, and I had been lead out the same way, unexpectedly; I am too languid now to read the rest of the book…Please forgive me, my friend, I have lost…… Continue reading “How the Pieces Fell”

“Without Question”

roses, high noon (a quatrain) I used to fear the night, but ’round your head, there was a glow. I liked it better than the sun, It was love, I was yet to know. —Jade

“#2”

With you, there is another world layered over this one. It’s so translucent and wondrously original, I’ve said. You ask if there is quality glass shielding all this. There is, I reply, but it feels like the edges are useless… —Jade

“In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark —for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and words. That night,…… Continue reading “In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

“This Is…”

Humidity. This is the red flower moon full of… This is an anonymous lady shouting out, grilling, “Don’t be sorry, honey!” [to a man with her] of me, after there was no altercation, but only kindly manners, as he’d come quickly around a hidden bend, jogging toward my cart as I stepped aside, said I…… Continue reading “This Is…”

“The Reddest Leaves”

Don’t talk about the dream aloud, so I see that little brown, glossy-coated bear running low to the ground and coming toward me in the solitary, unmoving morning air, beside the outside gate of the swimming pool, and in the dream, I consider, if I don’t glare at the bear, if I act kindly, it…… Continue reading “The Reddest Leaves”

“Who Knew”

Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet…… Continue reading “Who Knew”

“The Castle Tower”

The Castle Tower a pantoum by Jade Nicole Beals You’ve said I am entwined with the numberless. The castle tower trades its lace for the sky. All night, the tower climbs in secret, spinning its uppermost lace into the finest clouds. Please place your hands upon mine. The castle tower trades its lace for the…… Continue reading “The Castle Tower”

“I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”

featured photo is a painting by Franz Marc, “Birds” (1914) I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird by Jade Nicole Beals for May Ziadeh (b. 1886 – 1941) I was very disturbed when what I’d found logical what could explain all this is that I could’ve been a bird before this. A canary, your…… Continue reading “I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”

“A Villanelle for the Times”

You might remember when I was writing a villanelle poem, wanting to try another traditional form, as I’d written my first ghazal at the time and a sonnet, but I didn’t like the draft or that particular form for the idea. I transformed that villanelle into a ghazal, and I was happy with that latest…… Continue reading “A Villanelle for the Times”

“A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You The Sun” 

Enjoy my second ghazal poem I wrote, just complete. You can listen to me reading it aloud…and read it on the page. my audio reading A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You the Sun I am standing far below the sun in gold and I am star-following the best below, all in…… Continue reading “A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You The Sun” 

Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’

Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that…… Continue reading Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’

Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible

My two poems, “This Ring” and “Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance” are in print today in the latest issue of Indelible, an online literary and arts magazine, Issue #6, “The Feminine.” To read my two poems in Indelible, click This Ring and Other Poem, by Jade…… Continue reading Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible

“This Ring”

While writing poems for my third book, I’ve found it refreshing to look through traditional forms to try to write and include them along with my free verse poems. The first of those forms I tried to write for this book is a ghazal and it’s fit well with that form originating in the Middle…… Continue reading “This Ring”

A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later