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Title: I Only Meant To Wet My Feet Author: Sandra L. Jones
Title: I Only Meant To Wet My Feet
Author: Sandra L. Jones
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...I only meant to wet my feet but the water was warm and enticing. So I dipped my pen in ink the way one slips a foot into the ocean, testing the invitation that gently pulled me in...
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"Jones' sometimes sensual, sometimes sentimental work provides a clear record of a woman finding herself and committing that journey to paper in poems that often blossom into humor and wisdom."-Rosemary Klein, Founding Editor, Maryland Poetry Review Founder, Three Conditions Press
"Jones' sometimes sensual, sometimes sentimental work provides a clear record of a woman finding herself and committing that journey to paper in poems that often blossom into humor and wisdom."
-Rosemary Klein, Founding Editor, Maryland Poetry Review
Founder, Three Conditions Press
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The New ThirtyI’ve heard it said Fifty is the new thirty.At this, my knees giggle And lose themselves in ripples When I climb the stairs.The mirror laughs out loud Caving outside in, and refuses To show all of me.
The New Thirty
I’ve heard it said
Fifty is the new thirty.
At this, my knees giggle
And lose themselves in ripples
When I climb the stairs.
The mirror laughs out loud
Caving outside in, and refuses
To show all of me.
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My breasts relax in comedic smile And slap my tummy five.Aging eyes Bounce head up and down In search of the appropriate lenses.My mind, once sharp And regurgitative Clouds over yesterday.Fifty, may be the new thirty But my body doesn’t know it.
My breasts relax in comedic smile
And slap my tummy five.
Aging eyes
Bounce head up and down
In search of the appropriate lenses.
My mind, once sharp
And regurgitative
Clouds over yesterday.
Fifty, may be the new thirty
But my body doesn’t know it.
Walking In WaterOne minuteflames were dancing about the logs,then our words became heated.I left one storm andwalked briskly into another,arms crossed, bundling me protectivelyagainst both assaults.Snow, glistening like diamondssailed towards the earth
Walking In Water
One minute
flames were dancing about the logs,
then our words became heated.
I left one storm and
walked briskly into another,
arms crossed, bundling me protectively
against both assaults.
Snow, glistening like diamonds
sailed towards the earth
landing in powder-puff mounds,crushed beneath my boots.My cheeks aglowagainst the charging wind,and each escaping breathyielded clouds that mayor may not have contained words.Crisp, biting airbecame a challengeand the memory of the burning embersI’d left propelled one footquickly in front of the otherin the opposite direction.
landing in powder-puff mounds,
crushed beneath my boots.
My cheeks aglow
against the charging wind,
and each escaping breath
yielded clouds that may
or may not have contained words.
Crisp, biting air
became a challenge
and the memory of the burning embers
I’d left propelled one foot
quickly in front of the other
in the opposite direction.
Sandra Jones is an intuitive writer who loves new experiences. After a successful career in clinical nursing, she decided it was time to do something for herself. She pursued and received a Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing and Publishing Arts from the University of Baltimore.
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Sandra's work has been published in Welter, the University's literary journal, and Passager, a literary journal that focuses on writers over fifty. She can be heard at various venues throughout Baltimore and Washington, DC.Sandra has a way of weaving her words and embracing the listener, leaving them wanting more. Her motto is “life happens and I write it down.” She lives in Maryland, with her husband, Paul and their dog, Uri. They have 2 children and 3 grandchildren.
Sandra's work has been published in Welter, the University's literary journal, and Passager, a literary journal that focuses on writers over fifty. She can be heard at various venues throughout Baltimore and Washington, DC.
Sandra has a way of weaving her words and embracing the listener, leaving them wanting more. Her motto is “life happens and I write it down.” She lives in Maryland, with her husband, Paul and their dog, Uri. They have 2 children and 3 grandchildren.
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ISBN: 9780975440261 / 76pgs.
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