Indispensable Souls

He said

look 

at the clouds in the sky

looks like rain

it will rain

She said

not where we are standing

it won't rain 

where we are

it never will

© copyright poem written by Jacqueline Williams. Publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. ** This poem appeared in the Cobourg Pic - Poetry In Spaces for 2 consecutive years. ** 

red dragonfly

silently soaking up the sun

in the blades of grass

the sun blazing your vibrant red hue

perched and pebbles of sand

tiny reflective grains of glass

wings burnished bronze tissue paper

subdued stain glass windows

beam after beam

through the dreamcatchers weave

sifting dreams in the afternoon

© copyright written August 2011 by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. ** this poem has appeared in the Stroll of Poets Anthology. **

yesterday i picked up my copy of the annual Stroll anthology. my poem "pushing the undercurrent" is featured on page 101.

a burst of colour

everything is white. everything is cold. the wind cuts. sometimes there is sunshine and sometimes there is blue skies. vivid green and a vibrant palette. a gentle breeze.

© copyright watercolour pastels on 11x14 sketch paper, February 2011. artwork and poem by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission.

my wonderful friend, Stu, over at "confessions of an ambitious pessimist" has been experimenting with his camera. black and white photography sets such a mood. upon seeing his photographs i was inspired and wrote a handful of poems. this is one of them...

upon roof tops

i sit

watching all the lovers go by

no one is immune

to my poison arrow

from high

my wings shall guide me

hidden luv

will find thee

if death

doesn't come to soon

behind me!

© copyright written June 2010 by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. Photography by Stu Morris.

the cat said

as much as i enjoy working with acrylic paint i absolutely luv charcoal. here is my first drawing and a short poem that goes with it.

the cat said

that it would not sit on that

but it did

the cat

said it would not scratch that

but it did

the cat said a lot of things

in the form of a meow

why did i believe the cat?

© copyright written on August 1, 2009 by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. artwork by JAQ. all rights reserved.

the rain opened up the sky

he is searching for a red umbrella

but he doesn't know why

your feet pound the pavement

one step close

something is drawing you near

i am standing under a red umbrella

© copyright written on July 9th, 2009 by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. artwork by JAQ.

Uppsala Girl

Oscar Wilde once said:

"Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life."

this poem I wrote was inspired by a painting that gives some truth to that very quote.

The snow falls down

there sits the Uppsala girl in silence

she barely moves her red lips

Uppsala girls see things not like you and i

girls from Uppsala sometimes are mute and shy

up, up, up with the Uppsala girl

down, down, down is her frown

up, up, up with the Uppsala girl

down, down, down is her frown

Stare into her eyes

you'll wonder what is on her mind

girls from Uppsala have heavy hooded dark eyes

you can understand why

when you see an Uppsala girl

approach her while you can

girls from Uppsala sometimes are mute and shy

up, up, up with the Uppsala girl

down, down, down is her frown

up, up, up with the Uppsala girl

down, down, down is her frown

She is silent

she doesn't speak

© copyright written January 11th 2009 by Jacqueline Williams Bourgeois

publishing is prohibited unless with the authors permission.