When
written by Jennifer Coomes

When one person walks forward,
Someone notices
When two people walk forward,
Someone follows
When a group walks forward,
Action ensues
When a community walks forward,
Change occurs
When the world walks forward,
God says thank you.





The Midst, Elevating
poem and photography by Jennifer Coomes

 

In the elevators

Reaching up to the skies

Where cords are the clouds

The doors the reason

The box only an illusion

Into a place where

Swirls are the interlude

To magic forming

Consciousness emerging

Only far away if you let it

 

Into the holes of salt and pepper

Mountains emerge

White and Frosty

Sprinkled and Vast

Through the holes

You can only see

What I see

From the bottle

It becomes a land

Of What is known as Home

Looking above

It all seems unknown

Those holes

But we know the vast on the outside

The world on the inside

As the merge is opened

By a twist

Of a lid

That held the answers

All along.

 

Perception.

Misting in the dews

A drop of one world to the other

Sprinkles

As a Season

Dissolving in the midst

Evolving

Involving in the blending

Creating new compounds

For a digest of integration

Energy transforming energy

Form transforming form

Always changing in its process

Yet holding a place in time

As the elevator rises

Falls

And doors open

For the next person

To push the button

To experience.

Thank you Charlotte for our poetic magic, your inspiration
Thank you Roger for our sunflower friendship

She-Ras
poem written by Jennifer Coomes,
inspired by her dear womanfriend Charlotte Faris

Awwwwww

The playfulness awakens

To the love intermingle

Jingling like bells on a Christmas tree

Light on the newborn sky

Who would ever think

Of anything better?

Me

You

Beautiful

It tends to be

A tracing of souls

A walking of hands

Exploring the ways

We find one another

Teaching one another

To sparkle

Do I understand

The speech of it all

As it flows from me to you

From you to me

From one to two

And two to one

Does it matter I say

I have to say it

Doesn’t

When the spontaneous

Travel

Is but an a rising sun

Winding its road

Merging a center

Centers

Laughing

When I think of it all

Those words you speak

Delightfully so

Delightfully me

I can’t help but think

That a heart is sparkling too

Because two doors

One within

One with out

Embracing expansion

As the feminine spirit

Comes alive

In its transformity

Showing its soft spirit

It’s roar

It’s rolling fun

Of schoolgirls on a playground

Women on the downtown

Telling each other

That’s it okay

To bond

In a fruitful sort of way

Saying hello

To a beautiful day

In the making.

If
written by Jennifer Coomes

If I called
passion
by any other
name
it might be
love

I could be
a poet
of design
and shape
my passion
like a weave
riding a horse
on a sunlight
day
but love
would be
its design

I could
tell you
that
along the way
you'll find
all the answers
you're loving
for
looking for
but it is not
I
who tells you
it is
 you
revealing you

If there were
one way
to awaken
passion,
just find
out where
your love
is
.