Monday, October 18, 2021
Thursday, October 14, 2021
dedicated to Margaret Joan Kanaski, born Jan 22, 1954
by Rose Lefebvre
Countless memories envelop me in a mist,
one at a time dancing into view
to reveal themselves like vivid films.
I hear your humorous impersonations
of Lily Tomlin’s character Edith Ann,
or me answering the telephone to hear
that Tomlin phone operator, Ernestine, asking,
“Is this the party to whom I am speaking?”
Those calls always started with a smile.
You performed to lighten moods, chase away
gloomy moments, to initiate laughter,
and we all were drawn to you, loved you for it.
Arms always willingly offering hugs
of comfort, warmth, compassion,
such a natural greeting from you.
You seemed so bold and unafraid to execute antics,
and with you at my side empowering me
I could become, perform, experience
what I never would have dared.
You opened my world, helped me move
beyond limits I had on myself.
Who else could coax me to perform Big Spender
from Sweet Charity, in front of soldiers wounded
in Vietnam laying in the hospital at Camp Pendleton.
I still hardly believe it. Your quirky laughter infected everyone,
and soon we all would be sharing that special
free feeling it brought to each enjoying it.
I named you little sister, and cherished our love,
prize the precious memories stored in my heart.
Joanie, your matchless personality, loyalty and
love through all the many years is golden,
more treasured and valued, and will always
dwell within me.
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Thursday, August 26, 2021
I WAIT by Rose Lefebvre
Stars glitter like grunion running across the sky
while the pearl moon blooms between two grey-blue clouds.
Moonlight strums the undulating ripples across the lake,
its fluid energy an intoxicating sensuality.
Bullfrogs belch out a rumbling song as crickets add
their own rock and roll rhythm. On the edge of night,
I envision my youth hovering like a ghost. A tapestry
of thoughts emerge, roam like smoke curling out of a fire.
I sense emptiness behind the stars
as I gaze down upon the distant moon-washed town.
Trees stretch their arms to the moon as I muse -
Are there stars beyond stars, other worlds never glimpsed?
honeyed words that drip from your tongue to my hungry ears.
Here in the throbbing night bathed in seductive light,
I wait, wait for you to call me in, into the cabin,
into your arms, into your heart.
Monday, July 26, 2021
Today I am sharing two poems I wrote. I hope you will enjoy them.
THOUGHTS by Rose LefebvreJ
I gaze reflectively as moth thoughts
flutter against the light in my mind.
A billion stars dust the sky while
lunar silhouettes dance beneath the trees.
Silent shadows move about, specters in the dark.
Mist shifts across the moonlit field like spirits
drifting through to a mysterious destination.
A reed-thin echo of bird song drifts through the air.
The warm evening breeze licks my cheeks
as you swim through my thoughts.
Your name flutters from my lips.
She’s poetry in a world learning the alphabet by Rose LefebvreJ
The garden of her soul is brilliant color.
Forgetting herself, she laughs freely
with unconscious abandon
as her hair flirts with the summer breeze,
twirling, as if spirited, while her fingers
flit like restless butterflies.
Pursing lips, she blew
dandelion fairies into the breeze.
Flirty eyes playfully tease sensuality.
She dances to the music in her mind,
speaks with the rhythm of her heart.
Monday, July 19, 2021
JULY 8TH 2021 Randy and I took off ton a drive to the coast, heading first to Lincoln City and then leisurely driving to Newport. Here are a few photographs I took on the way.
Yaquina Bay lighthouse.