Poetmeister ...apprentice poet Janet Leigh writes vivacious verse concerning love and life on the road to Parnassus

 

Poetmeister ..apprentice on the road to Parnassus

 

Janet Leigh

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Welcome, I'm poet apprentice Janet Leigh, thanking you for visiting my site. What you'll find here is a collection of snapshot thoughts about life, inspiration, poems about love, and letting my Muse have its way with me. I wrote my first poem when I was about 9 years old. It must have impressed someone enough to heap praise on me with a palette knife because I haven't stopped writing since then. This website is my palette of insight. It seems the Almighty has always provided some heady thought to tease a word or two from me which spilled out on paper to the tune of my making. Many creative artists say music is the universal language. Having grown up around a musically-oriented family and a childhood soothed by nursery rhymes - somewhere along my timeline - this marriage of music and rhyme gave birth to a rhythmic hybrid which took hold of my very being. I began to express my music in verse. I'm a cerebral person by nature. I live in the "abstract" world of meditation and contemplation which lends itself to analyzing all things down to a gnat's eyeball. It's been said of me, I'm at the top of my game when arguing.  Ha. T'is true;  I'm never more precise than when I'm standing up for something I believe in wholeheartedly. So, during your visit here, it's prudent to remember, while I caress your mind with poetry, that serious discussion is, ahem, my forte.

Putting word-to-paper, poems about life, with an irrepressible hand, I write on slips of paper, napkins, envelopes - anything to record my thoughts - on things that matter. I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing or having fantastic dreams of flying (which I'll explain elsewhere). This site is a compilation of my writings; this is where I plan to bare my soul for all the world to see - warts and all.  I plan on letting it all hang out here, so to speak. To put it another way, I've been called Sassy Lassy, bold JD Lady, saxy, and poietic; one who versifies with wisdom sometimes topped off with the old rapier-twist poem ending, uses sexy innuendo, morph haiku into jestku, who found her Muse, loves singers Eva Cassidy and Van Morrison, a visionary who knows the Light but has held hands with despair, and plays air poetry with the likes & licks of an Eric Clapton riff. Just as well, I can soothe your weary soul and help you see that you're not alone in loneliness as you seek serenity and tranquility in my compassionate insight. Is there such a thing as a poet without pity? You will see that I deal in poems for the human spirit.*


My goal here is to demonstrate what we have in common in the way of  feeling, passion, love, experience, and belief.  We all struggle with burden, longing, loss, loneliness, and unrequited love.  Indeed, I've had my share. I know joy, peace, comfort, compassion, love & happiness, too. Whenever life gets me down, I remember, I'm not alone in loneliness, when one door closes, another  opens. It's good to  make a bouquet with the flowers within reach. Caress my mind in poems on life, be compassionate, be witty, take lots of photos, give thanks for my fur-kids and remember the snake bites.  Believe in the power of prayer and that every good gift comes from the Almighty One who wants only good for those who love Him.  The world is made of many wonders such as yourself.  This site is for you. 

 

 

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Die when I may, I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.  

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--Janet Leigh

Earth House in the Woods

Along the Shenandoah, Virginia

9 February 1997

 

 

 

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My Confession:  Friends and foes alike affirm I live with my head in the clouds.
Perhaps this is where I get my bird's-eye view of Life and Other-Worldliness.......

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Copyright © 1997-2008 by Janet Leigh Dowd. All rights reserved. The poems and photographs on this website are for your enjoyment; photographs and poems, in whole or in part, may not be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever  without written permission from the author. Thank you kindly for respecting my copy rights.