FIVE POEMS BY JEANNETTE HARRIS

SHINE

Straight, slim rays
tap dancing on teardrop glass,
alien wings point and pull
within the lavender haze.


DAWN IN AQUA

milky dunes round mystery moons,
reveal clusters sparkling,
diaphanous with new worlds.


TO A LYRIC BEAT

the shape of grace
implodes, injects
blinding light.


CHHEROKEE

She's a warrior princess,
a gathering of tribes
from the cutting path of courage and endless desire,
staring unmoved into the fire,
transforming heat
to logic and laughter,
refining, redesigning
an archive of our memory's lore.
The teller of loss
who torches each wound
to bind its lightning edge
on mountain steppes
and gnarled wood,
she's a free-running stream,
the recombinant carbon
of stone-cleansed dreams.






AVE

Our Lady of Sorrows
holds out her arms
to capture the harm
that's become you,

comrades lost
in primal wars
by sores and scars
unhealed, concealed,

then she lays on your bed
of earthen fear
to hear and seal

the tears of your passage
and bears a protest
of love undone
to the radiant fusion
of her sun.

Jeannette Harris

You may e-mail Jeannette Harris at countryrag@yahoo.com