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REVERIE by Renee Podunovich

Beauty is everywhere! Everywhere I look. Beauty is amplified by friendships with those who also see it in all of the small and large and in-between places. Beauty never hides, perhaps the mind fogs and can't see it, loses perspective, but then Beauty is there again, everywhere, always- and inside each of us too.

This poem is dedicated to my long-time mentor and friend, Sonja Horoshko at Art Juice Studio in Cortez, CO. She first showed me how to choose to see Beauty everywhere, even amid the constant destruction and chaos that is always concurrent. This poem is about our friendship and being artists together. The elements used here are a combination of specific details of each of our lives and they co-mingle inside the poem in a manner that brings me great joy. If you take one thing from this poem, let it be to sample blue cheese on gingersnaps! 

Reverie

she lives by herself and hunts, but she is not a stray cat. she is movement, a nocturne, a blanket spread out in the park, a knife cutting apricots and green chilies, a dish with a floral pattern, a textile draped over furniture, rice paper and cerulean ink, silver and turquoise, the crimson and lime and umber stones that are the palette of the desert 
landscape.
she is a bluebird on a juniper branch,
a bluebird printed on a cloth flour sack,
a Tibetan bell at the front door,
an old bed frame used as a trellis in the garden,  
a trail that is circular,
pots of red geraniums beneath the sagebrush,
the black and white stripes of a sun umbrella,
chime-song in the spring winds and
recumbent vines of morning glory radiant with dew.

beauty billows out in waves
from an introverted doorway of a delicate bungalow on an irregular block,
where she paints or writes by a wood stove, serves gin with sprigs of garden mint in old fashioned glasses, splurges on blue cheese and gingersnaps, keeps company with watercolors, black cats and pianos. 

sometimes she is jet stones strung on wire with tears and pearls,
heavy like layers of Pendleton blankets stacked so high
their distinctive designs overlap then disappear in the night
and she sleeps and sleeps in the art of dreams—

her bed is a web of stars
where certain sadnesses barely make a dent
in the enormous body of space and dark matter.




Renee Podunovich is a licensed professional counselor and freelance writer. She lives in southwest Colorado. She has two chapbooks of poems: “Let the Scaffolding Collapse” (Finishing Line Press, 2012) and “If There Is a Center No One Knows Where It Begins” (Art Juice Press in 2008). Renee believes that poetry is a language that encourages us to transcend our constricted sense of self and connect to our essential nature within and the spirit of the world around us. Poetry can both express the inner life and bring deeper insight into the mundane.  Renee facilitates poetry Well Writing: Wordcraft for Discovery, Wholeness & Connection workshops that are designed to use creative writing as a tool for centering, reflecting and for personal growth. She is passionate about encouraging writers and creatives to move through self-limiting beliefs and find renewed commitment and energy in their work. Visit Renee's website here, and her blog here


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