I Dreamt

I dreamt…

by Janice Wood

 

 

I dreamt about you being

married, or deeply involved

with someone I am not,

I don’t understand why

I would dream about you,

I thought I had gotten over

You a long time ago,

I should have been dreaming about someone else,

It took a day or so to recall this dream

because as I was dreaming it

disturbed me so, I was a little disjointed until

I remembered what the problem was,

I thought I had gotten

Over you a long time ago.

I should be dreaming about someone else.

 

the day is canceled

 the day is canceled

 

by Janice Wood

 

 

people still turn on their tv’s at home

-at work we turn to the internet

 

i couldn’t get on the internet that morning,

after I heard.

-so I kept trying

 

i go to my “favorites”

-go to every news group,

the process is too slow for me to wait any longer

 

i try to remember obscure names of newspapers

around the country –not on my “favorites” list

one name works…

-a picture downloads slowly

 

-a picture on the front page verifies what i am hearing

one jet crashes into the world trade center.

 

people still turn on their tv’s at home

-at work we turn to the internet

 

suddenly, I remember the day Kennedy was shot

-i feel the same kind of nausea.

-i  feel the same kind of silence.

 

our science teacher stops class

to make the announcement about Kennedy

-we hear it, but can’t quite take it all in

 

she says, “go home, class”.

 

i walk down the blocks heading home

and the sky seems to be a hazy yellow-pink in my confusion

 

i reach home; I am the first one there.

i sink into a chair and turn on the tv

 

-the picture shows a second jet heading for the world trade center…

 

second tower is hit

 

I go into my bosses’ office

-she  is on the internet…

 

she says, “go home”

 

-I go home and turn on the tv

When did i become friends with my Mother?

When did i become friends with my Mother?

by Janice Wood

 

I often wonder about

-those girls who could talk to

their mothers about Anything!

 

The comfort level

Is something I was curious about

 

 

Then one day I stopped thinking about it,

Years later when I became an adult,

 

My mother and I were having a conversation,

Laughing together,

Laughing like we were on the same page,

Laughing at some of the same things for the same reasons.

 

Then I realize my viewpoint has changed on more

and many.

 

I have changed.

 

One day it dawned on me,

as I was talking to an obnoxious older adult.

 

I, too, pay my taxes

I, do not need to be intimidated,

I can look you in the eye

And s-say, you will not speak

To me like that

 

Yes, I was taught better than to be rude to an adult,

But…

My Mother, my friend taught me to be an Adult.

that cold hearted bitch

that cold hearted bitch © 2014

Janice Wood

 

that cold hearted bitch

would just stand there

and watch you cry.

 

that  cold hearted bitch

could just stand there

and  not make a move

to console,

to give into you.

 

under all that apparent rejection

stands one so afraid to hold you,

one who is in fear of showing

emotions like love.

 

it would then mean

that she is weaker for you

than she wants you to know.

 

she cannot tell you why,

she does not know,

fear has its grip on her

manipulating her

and she does not know,

 

but you do not see either,

that her love, her fear,

has her

prisoner.

 

You cannot see that she has to

Work it out,

That she has to forgive and love

Herself  beyond,

Or that

 

What you see is

that cold hearted

bitch!

Creative Musings

 

The Little Girl Who loved the Rain

By Janice Wood

Synopsis: The little girl who loved in the rain so much she slept in the rain wearing her rubber boots, her rubber hooded rain coat, her wooden umbrella even with her rubber gloves.

Her mother and father gave no thought to her eccentricities because she was very smart. They knew she was too intelligent to put herself in danger of lightening and thunder.

Well she loved the rain so much that she went walking around the lake one block from her house in Byrd Park. That day, not long ago maybe one week ago, Sydney went out into the rain wearing her paraphernalia armed with her umbrella.

Now the umbrella was a gift from Aunt Lea. It was one of those clear plastic tulip shaped umbrellas that cover you from head to your pockets. You could see all around you. You can look up at the sky and see the rain falling down on top of the umbrella, or you turn to your right or your left and look at the direction of the rain without getting wet or even feeling the wind. She loved it.

Syd had the brilliant idea. All of a sudden she saw it in a flash. She wanted to go out and lie down and look up and watch the rain clouds moving. She felt that if she did that then she would be able to watch everything happening above her while it rained. Syd was very curious about everything concerning the weather when it rained after all she was going to be the rain expert she had to see it all.

So she went out onto the patio and she laid down on the chaise lounge with the umbrella. She opened it up and looked up at the clouds while lying there, and the raindrops as they fell onto the umbrella. Syd was more than ecstatic; she was thrilled. “Fantastic”, she thought. “Simply Marvelous”, she said in awe. Cocking her head to one side she thought she would use her Mother’s very words to express her delight. This startled her because she thought she always modeled herself after her father, he was after all her hero and she wanted to be just like him, growing up she had always been told that she looked just like him and if she had been a boy, she would have been named Jr.

Heaven?

Heaven on earth

by Janice Wood

 

You’re Up and you’re down

You’re running around,

You’re fast then you are slow.

You stop, then you go.

 

You’re hot and you’re cold.

You are “yes”, then you are “No”,

You’re In, then You’re Out.

 

I’m starting to doubt what this

is all about…,

 

I touch the window-pane,

Trying to slip into another plane,

Not that easy, but yes it feels as if

it should be.

 

My Soul is bigger than my body.

Yet, I always thought the opposite.

I always thought that my Soul was in my body.

 

I thought what encompassed Heaven on earth was not on       earth, but on another plane elsewhere, up there….

I want Heaven on earth.

To slip into the realm of Bliss and Innocence,

While knowing with certainty what I ask for

I will receive….

Words, any word or words spoken with power and love, conviction and reverence brings forth life and destiny…

It is true.

Do not move into another realm without this recognition

Move through that pane of glass like one who moves through the molecules with ease and deftness.