jessickah

So much poetry....
Must dig deeper...



A Peaceful Night

He said to watch the sunset
and I knew it all was true~
Ten minutes to a lifetime
of spectral hues crackling
tiny fingers into every
new strand of night...
Ice cold mountain
seeking breath up high
where the spirits
give depth to the moonlight~
our god is dying
but three hundred
phased moons will
compromise with opposites,
allowing someone, somewhere
to enjoy a peaceful night.

Avoiding the wicked dance
of the silver spoon,
a ringtail weaves
between logs and needles
escaping his bitter end.

So is life in phases.

A cosmic riddle
dying to be explained
may be the simple things
that lay before you.

~Jessickah


wow... I didn't know I had it in me. This was an improv.


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All This Time...

He woos me
to deep revision,
to this pain I have reckoned
ten ton alleys on
brighter days,
that seemed
more or less me,
the down and out,
than that gloomy day.

Every corner turned
the wrong direction,
with me the maps
tilt sideways and lure dark
strangers' eyes
into the secretive places,
where direction
seems selfish
and only stands in the way.

I drove all day
going home, or somewhere
we thought we might
wish to be reborn,
but then again I watched
the lights fade
across the foothills as
we ran from the hillside's
anticipated rain...

Tennessee could be
so charming in ways,
how the humid mist played tricks
on shady oaks layered with ivy,
the one love I never wished
to leave behind,
was getting smaller
in my rear view mirror
as I gave up on life in certain ways.

Yes that part of me
has died, the Smoky Mountains
many miles behind me,
but the cold lingered
and bared with me
for better or for worse,
while the glisten of
cool evening stars covered me
in the plain old midwest...

He is with me,
breathing
down my spine
and sadly,
never leaving
without taking
with him
that one death
which stayed with me...







all this time.


~J 7/04


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Falling Leaves

Our consequence
my consumate, believing in
rebel morale and putting on
pretty faces for the road dogs,
we decide together
a kind of "doomed to
be together" impulse
totalitary motion
scarves undone
with their edges curled and sour,
what have we done?
Like pages,
like leaves falling
my darling lies browning
in the sun of all suns,
naked dreams and one
single breath to digest
the many flavors of
serious appetite,
my indulgence,
the bittersweet malfunction
of tamarisk in sand soil,
how it sucks every drop
of life from the native sanctum
ever holding poison
for all who come to adore!
You should be ashamed
as should I
for ever slipping so deep
as to lose track,
those shallow places
where no words come between us~
like falling leaves,
they solidify nothing but
next year's seedlings
already rooted in the soil,
but all that still
has not found its hold,
goodbye to you
as you rot with new seasons
that spring from your remains.

~J

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Just So You Know...

Dont will it away, just so you know
I am finger-sore from click-clicking my way
into this world of rotting finesse,
the umbrage of unknown tree follicles
warp the stingy melding of faces
into nothing but a pyre
for the undying nature of habits
This may not matter to some,
but I can only imagine
what the tree line sees without you
and my photographs,
the spot-free way that I make messes
when the counteractive soul
lies beside me indignant,
waiting for morning-afters.
The way they shine
when I could but wish to die
in the countenance of heroes
and become the solace that they recalled
moments before the spark,
and so years delayed in their passing
Dont wish it away, just so you know
the lingering that takes place
between this limbo and that cloud,
up there, past the tree visor of the sun
blocking nearly all the world
from my private surroundings,
keeps strings dangled from the air
for the tiny out-of-water fish
clinging to one final rest
before the deep plunge
into the cold, hard earth


~All poetry Jessickah 2004-2006


I just went digging throughThe Site. and this is some of the poetry I dug up from days long past... From recoveries, from starvation, from deliverance, from happiness. Ok, so they're mostly down in the dumps, but I have been through a hell of a lifetime already... No questions, just truth.