Tag Archives: poetry

GREAT AUNT JESSIE – poem

, or we don’t talk to the ones

who

know and survive

          It is past time

          to call you back again

          The old ones are dead

Like water bright

in the eye

           The brush of memory is too wide

           And the surface is shimmered and wrong

Long afternoons listening

to the old woman about 

her old women

           The algae of remembering obscures

Again and again.

Jessan Dunn (DeCredico) Otis  © 1985

Welcome to Rhode Island Writer’s Harvest

Welcome to Rhode Island Writer’s Harvest (RIWH). This initiative was launched on May 21, 2021. This CALL TO ACTION is an open invitation to all Rhode Island writers (all genres), readers, and supporters. Please follow the link below to read, review, and join me in this community of Rhode Island writers and those who want to give back to help end hunger in Rhode Island. Thank you to Steve Maciel and Billy Shore – many blessings.

Thank you,

Jessan

Jessan Dunn Otis

Founder|Director

Rhode Island Writer’s Harvest (RIWH)

https://rhodeislandwritersharvest.wordpress.com/

June 1, 2022 – Talking to myself… #essay

This is me, talking to myself: How can you call yourself a writer if you don’t write?

Me replying to me: You mean writing inside my head doesn’t count?!

Sort of; but, not really. Where’s the proof?

Dang!

Okay! Okay! I’ll put it down on paper/print. Better?

It’s a start. Now what?

Keep going.

Everything worth doing is worth practicing. Like any activity, writing takes practice. It doesn’t much matter what form the writing takes – be it prose, poetry, opinion piece, an article, a letter, a journal entry, etc. The thing is the writing of it. Getting it out of your head and putting it down in some form. If nothing else, it’s talkin’ to yourself, through writing.

Does anyone else have to read it?

Nope, not necessarily. Your choice.

If noone else reads it, does it still have value?

Always.

So, what you’re saying is that you’re re-committing to “putting it down”, no matter what, in whatever form, on a regular basis – yes?

Yes. I promise.

I’ve got my eyes on you; and, look forward to what comes next.

Thanks. Me, too.

Wednesday Prayer ~ June 3, 2020 ~ by Jessan Dunn Otis, Writer

“Begin each day with gratitude – for your life, for the sun, for the rain, for your breath.

Begin each day with love – for your life, for the sun, for the rain, for your breath, for yourself, for each other.” @JessanDunnOtis 6.3.2020 (c)

“I stand alone.” ~ Jessan Dunn Otis ~ #poem

I stand alone.

 

I stand alone.

Splattered by a bolt of sun.

It’s morning.

  (c) 9.7.18

Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer

       

Sun's rise / September, 2018 / photo credit: Jessan Dunn Otis, Writer (c)
photo credit: Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer / September, 2018 / Rhode Island (c)

Sailing With My Father – #poem

Sailing With My Father 

 

Historically a quiet man with an

extraordinarily dry wit

 

When sailing your quietude

became fierce, sailing on

the edge

 

The hand with a piece of shrapnel

from a war on the tiller, holding

steady

 

Face turned windward, eyes

noting obstacles, checking

cat tail direction

 

The rush of wind caught to

fill the sails

 

We were happy.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dedicated, in Love and Memory, to my father, Mahlon Hendrickson Dunn, Jr., 1914-1992 / Until we meet again.

 

© Jessan Dunn Otis, August 6, 2018

Weeding With My Mother – poem

Weeding With My Mother

 

I learned to weed a garden

    squatting next to my mother

 

Once I began to learn what was wanted

    and what was unwanted

The rest was easy

 

Bend down

 

Get my hands dirty

 

Smell the earth

 

Look carefully

 

Make clean spaces

 

    Talk softly.

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

Dedicated with Love and Memory to Helen Constance Smith Dunn ~ 1912-1980 / Until we meet again.

 

© Jessan Dunn Otis, June 30, 2018