Welcome to CJ Poet’s Corner (and Artists Too) ~ Issue #2
From Our Editor…
We have quite the variety this time. I think you are really going to enjoy our selections. Please feel free to join in and showcase your talents. I want this to become a place to truly express ourselves.
CJ Poetry Editor
In this Issue:
Reunion by Leigh Joiner (Poem with photograph by Cristina Garcia)
Moon beams by Jennifer Taft (Virtual Painting)
Hope for a better day by Kevin Barron (Poem with photograph by Kevin Barron)
The Evolution of RA Shoes by Donna Barton (Poem and clay art by Donna Barton)
Tree Of Hope by Holly Mangold (Painting)
Heart of My Mom by Brenda Kleinsasser (Poem with photograph by Brenda Kleinsasser)
Editor’s Note: Leigh Joiner
Leigh Joiner has been writing poetry for over 17 years and was encouraged to cultivate her gift through creative writing and Journalism while attending a performing arts high school. It continues to be a release for her, especially while forging her way through busy, stressful, yet rewarding grad school.
PHOTO CREDIT: Leopard looking longingly into the distance for its prey by Cristina Garcia
by Leigh Joiner
from girl to woman
from broken to mended
I anxiously wait
for my initiation
as a hunter welcomed to the tribe
I yearn for the feast…
complacency settles in
and my prey slips away
as falling sun
greeting its arrival
and cast its shadow on my defeat
one can always offer vacant reassurance
but it is in that absence,
that dawn tempts our idle dream
nothing is certain
everything is promised
…..this soul hungers
Editor’s Note: Jennifer Taft
Jennifer Taft has lived with RA for over 6 years. She has always loved art and finds it more challenging with her hands, but it also pushes her to continue to be creative and find new ways to create new art.
Moon beams was painted virtually with an art app. Jennifer indicates that this was painted on one of those lovely RA lack of sleep evenings.
Editor’s Note: Kevin Barron
Kevin Barron works in the IT world and had lived with RA and OA since 1999. He writes “bad” poetry in his spare time. An avid reader and Red Box addict, when not at work he can usually be found on the southeast corner of his sofa with Bubba, his English Bulldog, sitting at his feet.
PHOTO CREDIT: Me Smiling by Kevin Barron
Hope for a better day (Poem)
by Kevin Barron
I’ve been denied a better life
And I’m not talking about wealth
Money can get you lots of things
But it can’t buy your health
For ten years now I’ve felt like shit
With short respites in between
I call the fucking bastard Arthur
I’m sure you know who I mean
I’ve been to the doctor time and again
They seem to be at a loss
Maybe this drug will do you well
I know it’s just a coin toss
How can you treat me for a condition
That you haven’t experienced yourself
Maybe I need to see someone
Seek psychological help
I’ve talked about me for hours on end
At another place in time
I’m done with that crap, it serves no purpose
A waste of my hard earned dime
I cried because I have no shoes
You heard how that one goes
No shoes, no feet, what’s the difference
In either case it blows
My pain is no lesser or greater than yours
It all comes down to degrees
It’s differs for me as it does for you
And it brings us to our knees
I don’t want pity, just a little help
Patience and understanding
I can’t always be who you want me to be
This disease can be quite demanding
I’m whining, bitching and grousing here
For being hit with a double whammy
Wheezing lungs and joints that scream
Make me cry out for my Mammy
That’s so untrue, I do not cry
But Christ knows I have tried
What should come out as crocodile tears
Instead are plaintive sighs
Sighing because deep down I know
Just one thing for sure
I’ll never be as I once was
And they will find no cure
With many treatments for the patient to try
To restore a vestige of health
It boils down to what matters the most
The shareholders and their wealth
Yes my friends this one’s about me
Cuz’ right now I feel like shit
Arthur may have the upper hand
But he’ll never make me quit
He may just go away tomorrow
Or maybe sometime next week
I look forward to just that day or two
When my sorry bones don’t creak
It makes me smile
It gives me hope
Kevin J. Barron
May 27, 2009
EDITOR’S NOTE: Donna Barton
Donna Barton works as a graphic designer and has a love for nature, art and music. She has been living with RA since April of 2012. She also has a page on Facebook, where she showcases her poetry. She tries to write one goofy poem a day.
This is where you can find her poetry, which she hopes, will make you giggle.
The Evolution of RA Shoes
by Donna Barton
The story of my disease,
can be told so easily.
You can tell just how I feel,
by looking at my feet.
My feet evolve with every flare,
and my shoes they tend to follow.
My feet are growing at age 52,
from five and a half size dainty shoe…
And now wear eight and half wide,
with an inch of storage space inside.
(There’s enough room in the heel for a small bottle of Ibuprophen!)
Good bye sweet heels,
It was nice while it lasted!
Good bye clogs,
and good bye wedgies…
I’ll sit here in my fuzzy slippers,
and just eat my veggies.
My ugly feet have a home,
In sneakers it is true,
except for those rare times
when I step in doggy doo.
p.s. I had super ugly feet before RA… so i have no right to complain, he he.
And yep they’s still ugly
p.s.s. yes I’ve been playing with play dough again.
Editor’s Note: Holly Mangold
Holly Mangold lives and struggles with Junior Rheumatoid Arthritis on a daily basis, but she loves to be creative with writing and art work when she is able. Holly is also one of Christine’s Kids, where the focus is on hope and positivity. I want to thank Christine Schwab for sending in this wonderful painting.
Editor’s Note: Brenda on Brenda
Here is a poem I wrote in honor of my Mom, who passed away on May 31, 2011 from congestiveheart failure. She was my best friend. She always tried to make Valentine’s Day special for me, with either a card, candy or a gift. One year, she surprised me with this a beautiful crocheted heart, which inspired me to write this poem. She promised me that she would always remain in my heart. Writing poetry is one of my ways of having her close to me, as I found out on the day of her funeral, that she also wrote poetry.
Heart of My Mom
by Brenda Kleinsasser
My Mom had a beautiful
head of white hair.
Her heart was even bigger,
far beyond compare.
She was there for me
in so many ways.
Her kindness and laughter,
filled many of my days.
She did little things
like cutting up my meat,
when my hands were aching,
now, that was pretty neat!
Promises were made lovingly
to each other.
To live my life was mine,
to honor my sweet Mother.
Hers was always to
remain in my heart.
Memories of comfort,
even though we are apart.
The heart of my Mom,
remained until the end.
I am so very glad,
she was my best friend!