STRUCTURED FREE VERSE POETRY
World between warmth
and chill, between sun-balm
Between tulip and maple leaf,
world of unfurling
fern and burgeoning bud.
World of windfall, toppled trees
suspended between sky and earth,
leaning on branches, propped in clefts.
Between meadow and sea,
world of smooth stones,
tiny spiders scurrying between them.
World of slack water, between high tide
and low ebb, cormorants riding ripples
poised between calm and swell.
In this between-world I linger alone
not lonely, between early and late,
a presence between belonging and blight.
On the road home, there’s another tadpole soul
between here and there, at a pace somewhere between
a walk and a run. Between now, and not.
Jeanne Julian of South Portland, Maine, is author of the full-length collection "Like the O in Hope." Her poems have won awards from Reed Magazine, Comstock Review, and Naugatuck River Review. She regularly reviews books for The Main Street Rag, and helps to coordinate Nexus Poets' open mic in New Bern, North Carolina. www.jeannejulian.com