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About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane

Late Bloomers

Late Bloomers the late blooming of those trailing plants has taken so long they face the south side of the hilly bank patience is required the soil where they were planted is rock and clay water skims the surface the … Continue reading

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Sidewalk Cafe

Side Walk Cafe We sit up straight. Quiet…like much of the world, right now. Masks at the ready for when the veterinarian returns our ear-infected dog to our truck. So strange, this new way of being. Then I see a … Continue reading

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Purple Tribute June 2020

Littered lavender blooms lace the cement walk-way brilliant camouflage for our ordinary everyday sameness better than broken glass better than riot trash that is scarring our hearts Perhaps we should leave this purple-hearted mantle a sign of our sadness a … Continue reading

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Arms Distance Plus Three

Jean E. Taddonio I’m up extra early this a.m., keeping my ear plugs in…the ones I’ve grown accustomed to in the night as if today’s reality will stay away…maybe for a time it will. It’s been weeks since I’ve felt … Continue reading

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Little Things

It was a small thing noting the name tag of the  twenty-something young man behind the counter or was he a teen Ivan Focused and serious when he took our fast-food order then served us  He made sure all was … Continue reading

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Numbness fills the space of feelings named wrong like a hobbled balloon punctured on purpose What is this feeling called guilt this slippery as moss on a rock feeling of not good enough were mistakes made or perhaps choices only … Continue reading

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Wait No More How could I not know she loves clouds the way I do? Didn’t we share the same sky? What else have I missed as years fly by? Another cliché, I sigh but it’s true, how else can I say There were things that took my attention away like fog too heavy for me to believe there was more light waiting for me, waiting for me city lights not too bright to see fireflies fly In the star-streaked sky And there is now and the knowing somehow it’s not too late to renew moments of grace where souls are bared and forgiveness is shared where clouds don’t escape the notice they crave from hearts that serve without waiting

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The In-Betweens

we poets love shadow the wildness of dark opaque as obsidian smooth, shiny and sharp, we are very sharp   cold born of fire bursting from earth like trumpets blaring yet soft as silken sand we are as mysterious as the … Continue reading

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Shadow Silence

Her tears were stifled by her mother’s grief shaming sorrow into secrecy shrouding childhood innocence like sinister clouds on a windless day crawling their shadows across blue turned gray silence had the only ears to hear and then the girl … Continue reading

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Blueberries are really purple but their hue can’t compare with the tiny trumpet flowers that drift silently from the Jacaranda canopy onto the green of damp morning grass Their confetti is the color of royalty with a fragrance named fresh … Continue reading

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