Posted by: janetleigh | February 23, 2016

Too Soon for Pithy Words

Too soon for pithy words
pious airs or platitudes;
passings of great magnitude
punctuate a harsh season.

The remains of my life
are scattered to the far reaches
of mind, yet
here and now, an image,
laid to rest

between red buds,
rocky funeral pyre splayed daffodils
lilacs, last words, the heart
remains (Rascal cleaves to Scott)
ashes to ashes
within his master’s arms.

A sacred grave
left behind
to make way
for an old new life
in different parts
among indifferent hearts

I left
(Virginia homestead)
a sentinel
over cherished, sacred ground.

I search for words big enough to convey
emptiness disbelief hurt sorrow
bewilderment forgetfulness (flare-up)
data-overload (pleurisy) (smashed face)
analysis-paralysis anger shock
(influenza) (bronchitis) (mild[?]pneumonia)
hopelessness silence (flare-up)
inconceivable accidents
inappropriate behavior laughter crying
(Groundhog Day! Groundhog Day!)
October 23, 2015
like a grieving
(emotional critical mass)
in my blanketed-arms
our sweet furkid Tess, died.
It is
inconsolable hung-heart-hell-hurt.
(All things considered)

Contessa ChiChi Clark,
the last thread of the fabric
of my woven family
of impossibilities,

 (to all that is in-between
now and then, and
what’s been left out
to whom and when)


to find words pithy enough
to convey
that which fills the black hole
of the whole of my heart.

Image borrowed from

Copyright © 2016 by Janet Leigh.  All rights reserved.

Posted by: janetleigh | January 17, 2015

National Readathon Day, 1pm-4pm, Jan. 24, 2015

Join Readathon Day.
Jump-start imagination,
seize a good book!

National Readathon Day info

Posted by: janetleigh | March 15, 2014

In the moment

In the moment;
while being one with nature
our soul is quickened.

Posted by: janetleigh | March 15, 2014

Ides of March

Ides of March will loom
in Our Times for world-corrupt,
as a bad omen

for unchecked power,
rules can change: see Human Spring.
Action speaks louder

than words ever did.
Caution: Do not mock freedom-
fighters will prevail;

rogue orders obeyed,
thine ovis Idulius,
invite casualties.

Posted by: janetleigh | February 2, 2014

Eva Cassidy birthday remembrance


I heard an angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; a voice so sweet
so pure, no crystal known
could ring as clear,
nor take the soul so far
from earth, or all the pain upon it.

This voice sang through,
this voice rang true,
country jazz or bluesy blues
she sang them all,
she paid her dues,
made strong men cry too.

I heard this angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; so-tall Georgia trees
abloom sunlit breeze
her bridge too far
for silver birds to fly,
her troubled waters all gone by.

I think willows weep now

sway mournfully, whisper
eva eva eva, we grow so high
to shade you so,
if only through the thicket
you would go once more.

I heard this angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; eva knew misery
and merriness run through
man, yet had no bridge
across troubled waters – and
her courage – all women giving birth.

We’ll remember you as you sang us
through fields of barley


These falling leaves drift past
my window, I hear you
in every color red green

and gold.

I swear, eva, if I had
a wonderful world to give you,
I could never weave one as fine
as you have done,
it takes a journeyman to portray
life’s rainbow design, and
your heartsong rings through it.

All rights reserved © Janet Leigh

In Loving Memory of
Eva Cassidy 1963-1996

You will always be remembered, Eva.  A sweet soul such as yours comes but once in a century, yet lives on eternally as love never dies.  Love lives as close as the nearest heart, yet reaches into the highest heavens; love blooms anew in every thought of you.  You are greatly missed, Eva.

*A poem collage of selected songs on Eva Cassidy's Live at Blues Alley CD.
**Credit for songs of various artists in poem collage: Paul Simon - Bridge Over Troubled Waters; Buffy St. Marie -
Tall Trees in Georgia; Sting - Fields of Gold; Traditional - Golden Thread.
Posted by: janetleigh | December 12, 2013

Silencing Baa-Baa

As liberty dies
so the voice which upholds it
silence itself.

The rights that were left,
lawlessness killed them on sight;
left no hope behind.


Posted by: janetleigh | November 24, 2013

November 23, 2013


Red-head woodpecker:
Fall has a subtle language
spoken in colors.


Posted by: janetleigh | November 15, 2013

The Red Line

The elite never
put their lives on the Red line.
Well, not the first one.


Posted by: janetleigh | November 12, 2013

Outside my window
Wildlife has the sense
to know where true kindness lives;
seeks its safety there.

Posted by: janetleigh | July 4, 2013

4th of July, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu (Jesu) Christi 2013

This fourth of July
is  an elbow to the eye
for all who loved the flag
for which they died.

Our Founding Fathers,
sacred as American pie,
spinning in their graves
over a governance of spies.

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