Category Archives: Free Verse

My Best Friend

Posted on 14 February, 2014 by PoetJanstie

In answer to a question for an interview on line “How would your best friend describe you?” I asked her … and she paid me compliments that made me feel a glow. Though some were honest some did show the … Continue reading →

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Posted in Free Verse, Love, poem, poetry | 3 Comments

The Air We Breathe (A Poetic Collaboration)

Posted on 16 July, 2013 by PoetJanstie

[This was originally born, last summer, from the photo provided by Shan Ellis-Williams, which spawned some poetry from three of us, members of the Grass Roots Poetry Group. It is now presented to Victoria Slotto’s “Writers’ Fourth Wednesday:”, this … Continue reading →

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Posted in Collaboration, Free Verse, Hope, melancholy, nature, nostalgia, Pleasure, poem, poetry, Wonder | 29 Comments

Hypno-Vision

Posted on 10 October, 2012 by PoetJanstie

Conscious of a noise. Hypnopompic. There’s something or someone doing something familiar but very vague. No synapses connecting to reason. Feeling a thirst that puts the ‘P’ in pang the ‘D’ in desire the ‘G’ in good deep longing … Continue reading →

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Posted in children, Ekphrastic, Free Verse, Hope, nostalgia, poem, poetry, Wonder | 13 Comments

As If…

Posted on 1 February, 2012 by PoetJanstie

He was muttering as if he was trying to describe a vision he couldn’t share with her; with anyone. It was of something he’d never seen before this moment; a moment when she saw a look on his face that … Continue reading →

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Posted in Death, emotion, Free Verse, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, sadness | 17 Comments

The Poppy

Posted on 11 November, 2011 by PoetJanstie

When I see a poppy I see the symbol of something that it’s easy to forget; not a logo, a stripe or a statement of rank. It’s neither corporate image nor party colour, nor crucifix. It is not even… …a … Continue reading →

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Posted in courage, family, Free Verse, Heroes, Hope, poem, poetry, political, Preachy, Religious, sadness, War | 7 Comments

You Rock

Posted on 1 August, 2011 by PoetJanstie

Unlike the rose, whose life is all too short; whose beauty, transient, strikes the heart with olfactory refrain, intoxicating ache, to caress my right brain with melancholic pang, you… you resist the tides, whose rhythms, trying to change, never seem … Continue reading →