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October 30, 2014
Dance with Me
September 5, 2014
DANCE WITH ME
Close you were,
And soft,
Real, so real
Your alluring green eyes,
Direct and penetrating…
I, captive of your enigmatic smile
Danced and danced again
To a song of past.
And future, too,
A song that we both knew
Not only by memory, but in our souls
As if we had moved in concert
Some Spring day in ages past
I could have held you long and long again
And never left the room
In my mind it is so…
In my dreams that won’t let go
Sweet reveries linger on
Long past daybreak, into morn
Those dreams break out in dimples
On my face in unexpected moments
Walking down the halls
Or in conciliatory conversations
I know they wonder at my Enigmatic smile…
It is for you.
Breakin’ Out – lent and Easter
April 18, 2014
That Old Coat
February 17, 2014
THAT OLD COAT
I’ve seen it worn so many times
A hand-me-down from old friends
Where have they gone?
So fashionable the pattern
When it was brand spankin’ new
A flare, the cut, herring weave, too
The hint of sexy and dashing dare.
That old coat.
Less fashionable now
But functional, and “proper”
Befits the airs of the civic-minded
Career-focused, briefcase-swinging
Yes, practical, economical it is.
That old coat…
Comfortable, a little threadbare
But oh, so warm
Huddled on a bench
Beside longtime friends
Discussing politics
And the kids these days
Watching as the leaves fall
Our stone bench an island.
Those were the days
Money, sex, and power
The coat’s kept me well,
Dressed for all occasions
Now it just touches other old coats
Shoulder to shoulder
And winks at winter coming
Once again.
jon jacobs
Breakin’ Out – a lenten meditation
February 11, 2013
LIFESCAPES – Musings – “Weave”
July 12, 2009
WEAVE
.
I examined it so very closely
Through fine thick ancient loupes
And followed each separate thread
The cottons, wools, and jupes
As they wound their way in concert
Each bound to pre-set paths
I watched them as they rose and fell—
Patterned corrugated laths.
They bore unique colour splendid
Here white, there red and a navy blue
The sunlight bounced right off them
Riders giv’n every beam a hue.
.
Then I fell back a step or two
That I might not be remiss,
Envisioned the total masterpiece
A smile, a tear, a kiss,..
The red was from a woman’s purse
Clutched tightly to her breast—
Loves gift to her on taking leave
As war’s unwelcome guest.
A spot of blue, so navy deep
From the corner of my eye
I saw was torn from old blue jeans,
Clad the saddened son sitting by.
The white that piqued my every sense
Dazzling my mind anew
I saw on every villager
Crowding round the bier to view.
He was a part of each of them,
Their future, present, past;
He had helped raise every one
Their priest gone home at last.
.
As he lay quiet in coffin closed
Beneath the quilted flag
That they had made from what they had
Be it purse, or jeans, or rag,
The colors brilliant in the sun
Glistened boldly, wet with tears
Which prismed like a million stars
Branding memories for lifelong years.
.
.
jon Jacobs c 2009
LIFESCAPES – Musings – “That Old Coat”
July 12, 2009
THAT OLD COAT
I’ve seen it worn so many times
A hand-me-down from old friends
Where have they gone?
So fashionable the pattern
When it was brand spankin’ new
A flare, the cut, herring weave, too
The hint of sexy and dashing dare
.
That old coat.
Less fashionable now
But functional, and “proper”
Befits the airs of the civic-minded
Career-focused, briefcase-swinging
Yes, practical, economical it is
.
That old coat…
Comfortable, a little threadbare
But oh, so warm
Huddled on a bench
Beside longtime friends
Discussing politics
And the kids these days
Watching as the leaves fall
Our stone bench an island
.
Those were the days
Money, sex, and power
The coat’s kept me well,
Dressed for all occasions
Now it just touches other old coats
Shoulder to shoulder
And winks at winter coming
Once again.
.
.
Jon Jacobs c 2009
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July 12, 2009
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