Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 04/06/20


I have taken rocks
from the river bed
since I was a small girl
the stones were small
then too
jagged limey circles
smooth water skippers
bulbous fossils
as I grew
the stones grew too
years of layers
piling on the bank
the water
each Spring rain
floating stones
to the roadside
tiny eddies
full of crawdads
sometimes a lump of lime
would sit
drying in the sun
with its grey-blue depth
it’s own stone
I often ponder
what can I give to the river
because I have taken so much
I wonder
can a stone become homesick
longing for the wilderness
in the bottomlands
the wilds of the rushing waters
the silence at nightfall
I could never return them all
I do hope I granted
them adventure
as for the everchanging river
I give myself as guardian

Β©2020 Jenny Bell All rights reserved.

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Jenny Bell is a poet, seeker, and artist. She began writing poetry as a young motherless girl to make meaning of things and express herself. Formerly a stonemason, she spent 2 decades building unique stone projects across Kentucky and Florida. She is a meditation teacher and guide with her primary focus being compassion. She is deeply rooted in the contemplative arts, facilitating stone balancing and zen calligraphy workshops. She is an avid haiku writer as well. She currently lives on and manages a horse farm with her husband and their menagerie of critters just outside Louisville Kentucky.

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