Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Memory Jewels – A Poem
The breeze ripples the water.
Even when it is still,
I know that it is in constant motion.
There is movement where I can’t see.
When the tide comes in,
twigs and leaves
ride upon its surface.
I can hear geese crying in the distance.
Watching the water,
the tide begins to lower once more,
taking treasures in its wake.
The trees whisper on the wind
of secrets keptfor hundreds of years.
I just don’t know the language
to understand it.
I listen to the buzz of the hummingbird
and I make a wish
each time that I see one
in hopes that it will carry my wish
upon its wings when it flies.
I watch the tide come in again
and I sit at the waters edge.
I place the things that I no longer want
into the water. I pull them through my skin
and it is like I am holding jewels
that have grown tarnished with time.
I place them in the water
and they pulse lightly,
though that light has grown dark.
The jewels are full of memories
that have stood the passage of time,
but I no longer want them.
When the tide goes out once more,
I watch those memoires
as they sail away from me.
They look like stars upon the water
as they head out
to sea.
The Brightest Star Among Them – A Poem
* For Margaret Hood
When I close my eyes,
I can see you so clearly.
We’re sitting outside
and the light is flickering in the dark.
The air around us is warm
with the scent of food and fire,
strawberries and wine.
There is laughter
that hangs in the air around us,
a remnant from a joke or story
that has been told.
I still see that smile upon your face
and can hear the joy in your voice.
When I close my eyes,
that is how I see you,
caught in that moment of joy.
That you are gone from us
is unfair, someone’s idea of a cruel joke.
When I close my eyes,
you are caught in time
with a smile upon your lips
and laughter in your eyes.
If I blink quickly,
another memory of you
comes into the light.
When we first met,
you held out your arms to me
and wrapped me in a hug.
“I’m so happy you’re part of the family,”
you said to me.
“I’m so happy you found each other.”
You gave me a brilliant smile
and the room was lighter
because of it.
Your presence in our lives
made them more wonderful
than they had been before.
With my eyes open,
I look to the skies to see
if the stars are now shining brighter
because you are among them.
You Are Light – A Poem
* For my Wonder Mom In Law on her Birthday. ❤
You are a bright candle.
Your light fills up the room
and brightens the lives
of those that surround you.
Your light chases away the shadows
and illuminates the night.
The light that comes from you
makes stars come alive in envy,
for they could never shine
as brightly as you do.
You’ve shown me a world of kindness,
as you’ve shown all the others in your life.
Though there are times
where darkness and shadow reign,
your light helps those around you
shine brightly just like you.
It takes strength to shine
in the face of shadows
and our lives are made better
because of your presence.
You are a bright candle
that fills up our lives
with light and love
and I am so thankful for you.
Thank you for shining
so brightly.
Mollyhouse Issue 3 – Out Now!
I had the honour of having one of my poems included in the new issue of Mollyhouse.
It’s an online magazine of poetry and prose and I’m so happy to have had my poem included. Here’s a bit about Mollyhouse Issue 3:
This third issue of Mollyhouse features poetry and prose by writers who are not from this group: white hearing able-bodied heterosexual cisgender men. The issue is edited by Raymond Luczak.
This third issue of Mollyhouse features artwork by Aleatha Lindsay as well as poetry and prose by Ken Anderson | Mark Bromberg | Brad Buchanan | Jackie Chou | David Cummer | Beau Denton | Francis Goodman | Cait Gordon | Randall Ivey | J. Ivanel Johnson | Lilah Katcher | Travis Chi Wing Lau | Van Ethan Levy | Stephen Lightbown | Cali Linfor | A’Ja Lyons | Mary McGinnis | Daniel Edward Moore | Maurice Moore | Cath Nichols | Naomi Ortiz | Felice Picano | Steven Riel | Gregg Shapiro | Karl Sherlock | Nicole Taylor | Antonio Vallone | Patricia Walsh | Mark Ward | Jamieson Wolf | Kathi Wolfe | Dan Yorty. This issue is edited by Raymond Luczak.
My poem is called The Red Thread and it’s easy to find, it’s the last piece in the magazine before the author bios!
The best part? You can read it for free!
Download your copy here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1094874
My poem is the last one before the author bios. I truly hope you enjoy all of the words in Mollyhouse Issue 3!
The Power of Words – A Poem
When I open my eyes,
I am in the dark forest again.
The trees around me sigh
as if they are content to have me
returned to them.
I wander among the trees
that I know so well
but it is as if I am seeing them
from a distance.
I can hear a song calling me
and it is taking me deeper
into the forest than I have been before.
I wonder if I’ve walked to the very centre?
It doesn’t surprise me
that there are places within the trees
I do not know. The dark forest
has always been good at changing,
shifting its shape,
until I could not find my way home.
The song pulls me through the trees.
It is as if my feet know the way,
or they’ve been there before.
I often slept within the forest,
who knows where my dreams took me
when I lived within these trees.
The song stops when I find myself
standing in front of a tree
that is unlike any of the others.
There are wide shelves
carved into its trunk
and on the shelves are books
of every shape and size,
all kinds of colours and they
look like jewels in the shadows
of the trees, so foreign and unusual
among the darkness and shadows.
I reach out with a trembling hand
and take a book off the shelf.
When I open it,
words begin to flow from the pages,
stirred by a light breeze that surrounds me.
I can read the words husband, lifetime and love.
When I open another, I can read the words family, support and togetherness.
I open a third and it says creative, ink and paint.
Looking upward, I can see all these words and more
swirling above my head. Thousands of words
filter into the leaves of the blood trees
and as I watch, I can see sun beginning
to shine through the leaves.
I see that the light
which is filtering through the trees,
and as I look, I can see the light
pointing to the way out of the dark forest.
The leaves shrink from the light,
afraid of the lights touch.
I look back to where I came from,
full of shadows and the promise of pain.
I look forwards to where the light
is guiding me and I know that,
though there are still shadows along the path,
the light will lead to safety.
I pull one more book from the shelves
so that I can take it with me
and when I open it, I can see one word
written on its pages:
joy.
I clutch the book to my chest
and walk to where the light
is guiding me home.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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