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In Memory of Shannon Brown
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren in memory of an incredible teacher and friend
Shannon Brown
I have terrible news
sit down before you listen
our friend…
gone, the quirky stories
of a teacher who saw
beyond the pigtails
and ponytails
and dirty nails
and tongues sticking out
as little ones labored
at mastering letters printed
by pencils as long
as their forearms
to the unique person
promise of each child mjNordgren 8/17/21
so many alone
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
so many alone
bared of beach grass
sand dimpled
by multiple footprints
yet we feel alone
as spent waves
wash against
our human soles
gentlest rain
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
fog of tiny mist drops
suspended in air
slowly dampening arid earth
thirsty grass and trees
with early-browned leaves
sighing their thanks
Renewal
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren after hearing Bells of the Cascades concert
tears in my eyes
running down my cheeks
as i just listened and watched
Bells of the Cascades and Cathedral Bells
complete their handbell concert
at the national meeting in Arizona
such amazing skill and beauty
the final piece filled me
with the hope for peace
that reality sometimes hammers
into me that it can never be
but it can
with creative beauty
as in Compton’s final piece
it truly can
ethereal mustard southwest of Yamhill
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
wide field
deep to the distant tree line
velvet with mustard plants
glowing in the slanted sun
ethereal golden yellow
lifting my heart in joy
alone on the Oregon coast
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
we feel so alone
but generations
have crouched beneath the sound
of wind
moan-seeking among
withering branches
have started as shrill
fledged murres
shriek ‘me!’
above the roar of incessant
wave upon wave
have heard sobs
in the rain
before knowing
they
were weeping
sky change
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren about dawn after days of clouds
gray nights without stars
layered gray mornings
but today’s dawn
brilliant orange and gold
rising sun heralded
by trumpets of color
twisted gladness
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren about hope, building and loneliness
watching the photos
of their cruise of the Greek islands
of their safari in Africaand tour of Maine
i am glad for them
they earned it with years of intense schooling
and weary hours of work at their careers
but a pinprick of something—
a longing perhaps—
twists my joy for them
as i remember our years of school and hanging on
hoping, dreaming—
and then you left
Fist or Open Hand
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
how to reach persons
convinced they are victims
angry with their oppressors
filled with hate
or blinded by self
righteousness
all ages
all colors
all abilities
how to reach out
when i, too, am unsure
of my own worth
needing to feel
i am better than someone
even individuals
i have only known
by criteria which may
be irrelevant
to who they are
Complex Classical
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
though unschooled
about the nuances
of classical music
i find its complex
rhythms stimulating
as background
as i write my books
Morning Visitor
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
vivid florets, dark brown
squared face with perked
triangular ears
too stocky, too muscular
for a housecat
the young bobcat
awkwardly stalks a vole
nearly to my porch
Tiered Colors
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
tiered colors
of the sky
touch my soul
as the double-arced rainbow
or the gold horizon
layered with pink and mauve
glimpses of blue
between purple-gray clouds
stretched to contain fullness
of loving hope and promise