"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden
© Rebecca J. Jones
May not be used without explicit oral or written permission from the author.
Please & Thank you!
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Night
August 26, 2014
Yellow
April 25, 2014
* Inspired in part from the song "Yellow" by Coldplay
shown here:
Dear Suicide
December 17, 2013
My super white-girl rap for my black-soul cousin on his birthday
May 8, 2013
My cousin Sean is pretty fly
He makes me laugh until I cry
He loves reggae and writing too
He's super nice to me and you
He's really such an awesome dude
Today's his birthday
So I'm droppin' this beat
An excellent birthday today will greet
And just remember all you people everywhere
"We're not worthy," we don't compare!
Untitled
October 5, 2011
I sit here and strum this old guitar,
knowing all along that you're not very far.
Oh, what I'd do to have you near
to see me play this tune.
I pray it reaches Heaven's heights
and that we'll see each other soon.
Transformation
August 28, 2011
No Title
April 12, 2011
Crickets
August 5, 2010
Rome, I Long to Meet You
July 21, 2010
Hot summer air filling my lungs. Warm rain running down my face. Ancient vineyards cared for and preserved by single families for centuries.
Great cathedrals and religious artwork glorifying God.
Beautiful, ancient architecture made with ingenuity, sweat, and artistry that has withstood a hundred thousand lifetimes of storms, wars, and catastrophe, trial and battering. They are a symbol of standing strong through the trials that life brings, though they may become worn and appear to have lost their perfection, it has truly only added to their beauty. The beauty that they made it this long, through all the storms they have faced. They proudly face the world and shout, "I made it through it all!"
The Trevi Fountain where the lonely and heartbroken go and wish for true love to find them; where lovers meet and hearts are mended.
The simple pleasures, the good food, good friends and happy families; the simple, yet perfect way of life.
You know the feeling you get when you're in love and the love is not reciprocated? That hopelessness you feel? The sadness and the painful ache in your heart? I feel that now, only not for one person. I feel that in a longing to meet an entire culture of people. I want to drink in their language, their buildings, their religion, their food, their opera, their theatre, their way of life! I want to know about their past, present, and future. I want to be a part of something.
I want to know what I'm supposed to do with my life...
