Saturday, February 28, 2015

This Girl is on Fyah in Jamaica




After 5 trips to Negril, Jamaica...it was bound to happen sometime.  I finally got to twirl in public.

February 16, 2015  Click on the word "Post".

Monday, April 15, 2013

Tree Meditation




Zen

In the cradle of a tree,
I sit.

One blossom at a time,
I breathe.

Jackhammer,
Woodpecker,
Barking dog,
Cardinal song.

All things are possible.
All things connect.
All creation begins,
Here now,
and there then.

~Julee V.

4/15/13




Saturday, April 13, 2013


Spring Bends


Spring Bends where Winter Breaks.

Brittle and crooked you laid in wait.

For this return to color,

to lush, rounded shapes.

On hard edges and floors

Your shutters closed.

You wait no more.

Winter freeze and summer breeze

You wait no more.

Puppies prance and children play

You wait no more.

Its the Way of Nature,

And the Nature of Change.

All that it breaks,

Shaping All,

It Creates.

And you wait no more.

~JV April, 2013

For Joan Scoldy, RIP.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Winter Solace


This is Winter.

Secret and Indulgent.
Its Icy and Bare.
Blinding spots and Bright Azure
 Silent talks en solitaire.

Warm and Golden
Glows Sundown
Tucked in
Tucked in
Tucked in now.

Surrounded by the distant hum
of people and their pace
Haunting songs of nights long past
Laughing wine and warm embrace.

Nestled in this cabin watch,
Perched among the city lights,
 I resign to take my place.
A lonely outpost in the night.

An object in motion stays in motion.
But always it competes
With a body that resists it
in motionless retreat.

Night turns to night turns 
to dawn and digging out.
Figurative and Literal
Digging Out, Digging Out.
 Emotional and Physical
Always the digging, digging out.

Alive though Still
 In this white expanse,
There is room for things to grow.
Seeking Solace in the Clearing
Space for Spring's Eternal Hope.

This is Winter.

By Julee V.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Lulu's Song



Safe...Home Again.
Sleep...Sleep now, little friend.
Took your place in this world for
Such a little while.
Big Space in this heart
For your smile...
....mmm-hmmm.

Little Lulu,
Little Friend.
You are the Angel
In the end.

Busy halls of this house still
Echo with your laugh.
Find myself dreamin' 
You'll be back...
....mmm-hmmm.

Little Lulu's Home Again.
Sleep with Angels
Little Friend.

Little Lulu's Home Again.
Sleep with Angels
Little Friend.

JV - March 2007
for little "lulu" from Malayaka House, RIP.


MARIE MAY



Hey Marie, 
Its been a long time.
Looked you up in my photographs, from 1945.
Ooh the way you looked in that dress.
Oh Marie so full of grace, if only you'd said "yes".

Do You Remember me, Marie?
Outside your window, with my hopes and misery?
I know your heart, it aches, Marie.
Smiling with your teary eyes, 
For all those eyes have seen...
....Marie.

Hey Marie, 
I heard about that night.
Wish I could have been there for you
To hold you close and tight.
Ooh the way some dreams just have to fade.
But I know...Down in your soul,
You know they're with you...
....everyday.

Do you remember me, Marie?
Outside your window, with my young man's misery?
I know your life's been hard, Marie.
Smiling with those teary eyes,
And oh, what those eyes have seen...
....Marie.

Marie...
Marie...

Do you remember me, Marie?
I am the one who let you slip away from me.
I know your heart, it aches, Marie...
Smiling with your teary eyes, 
If only they'd seen me...
Marie...
Marie...
Marie...
Marie...

....Marie.


For (my Aunt) Marie May


Saturday, November 19, 2011

November Morning


November Morning

Crinkly colored burned out leaves
Scratch across the ground.
Toppling twisted configurations.
Whirling wind, dance of sound.

Couch-bound here and clutching coffee
Its another November mourning.
Recalling that familiar clinging,
Tickled trance of cozy feelings.

Cup now turns to overflowing
An excited sense of dread.
Grateful all at once
For the sudden introspect.

Ready now to bundle up,
Heart longs for a snuggle up,
Then to fall
within again
into that
Deeper Silence.

A protracted chance to be creative,
As inward stillness lay.
But still this summer child begs the Sun,
"Please stay, please stay, please stay."

Julee V~11/11