Category Archives: Poetry

Painting Spring

Posted on April 13, 2013 by jzrart

Water soaked grey sky pure tones of birch magnolia, forsythia spring green leaves redbud Raindrop music fills the air my paint brush drips with color JZR I made these photographs and wrote this poem back in April of 2008, posting … Continue reading →

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Books And Words As Containers

Posted on March 20, 2013 by jzrart

“If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it’s useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own … Continue reading →

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The Clock

Posted on May 20, 2012 by jzrart

The Timex on my wrist, the old Seth Thomas clock on the wall that rings the hours, and the small, black electronic cube that sits on my nightstand beeping at six AM have been with me always.   They not only … Continue reading →

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On Mother’s Day

Posted on May 13, 2012 by jzrart

I wrote the following poem years ago when I was visiting Ireland, once a year, loving the peace and quiet of County Mayo.  I rambled through cemeteries, many forgotten and uncared for, learning about women’s lives by reading the few … Continue reading →

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A Changed Mind

Posted on April 29, 2012 by jzrart

A while back I wrote a post about my love and addiction to books.  I absolutely love everything about them:  the feel of them in my hands, how when I fall asleep while I’m reading, they settle down oh so … Continue reading →

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April In The Big Apple

Posted on April 22, 2012 by jzrart

My husband, Bill, makes at least one or two trips to New York City each year to catch up on the latest in theatre and also movies that most likely will never make it to Charlottesville. We have one small … Continue reading →

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What I Have To Say

Posted on April 1, 2012 by jzrart

The floodgates are straining. They cannot be opened up just a little.  I don’t have the strength to hold them so that only some of the run-off leaks out.  It’s all or nothing. By letting the stream overflow on it’s … Continue reading →

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Books

Posted on February 23, 2012 by jzrart

There is no friend as loyal as a book. Ernest Hemingway I love books.  You might say I’m addicted to them.  I have a long list of books at Amazon ready to be purchased.  Right now they are mostly memoirs and … Continue reading →

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Happy New Year!

Posted on January 1, 2012 by jzrart

New Year’s Eve Today we stripped the pine It rests in the woods a place for wrens to sleep Glass ornaments tucked in tissue are boxed on storeroom shelves Family faces recede in train windows one leap second passes without sound … Continue reading →

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Keeping Christmas

Posted on December 20, 2011 by jzrart

Keeping Christmas No mistletoe  snowmen  tree with twinkly lights  angel guarding us from the top instead poinsettias  a boxwood wreath on the door  the aroma of pierogis stuffed with sauerkraut mushrooms and garlic almond cookies dusted with sugar hearts brimming … Continue reading →

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