My Poems

Autumn's Leaf

Autumn's leaf falling to the ground

I can almost hear the sound

as it flutters round and round.

When you look around all the trees have frowns

because all their leaves have fallen down.

Then, you look up and there's but one left

still hanging above the ground

And suddenly, the wind picks it up

to carry it off to another town.

Once again another tree has a frown.

As you stand alone waiting around,

you finally sigh and say

there will be more autumn leaves another day.

By: Jacqueline Kintner

written Autumn of 1988

Willow Tree

Willow tree do not weep.

I'll be there to help you sleep.

Dry your eyes and do not cry.

It is time to say goodbye.

I'm going away,

but I'll see you someday.

When I come back,

the days won't be black.

Willow tree do not weep.

I'll be back to help you sleep.

By: Jacqueline Kintner

written for the passing of my Great-Grandmother R. N. (Rice) Simmons

The Path

She hears the wind rushing down the mountain

The leaves are dancing in rhythm to the music of the wind.

She closes her eyes and awaits the wind to find her.

Her hair dances as if it were leaves.

She falls to feel the grass rolling all around her in the meadow.

The wild flowers release their call to the honey bees.

Birds give melody of joy to the song of nature.

The wind has gone on taking a part of her with it.

Without knowing where it will go,

She ponders on where it has been.

A path left imprinted by the wind,

but she wonders when it will be felt again..

By Jacqueline Kintner

written 1996

Something Else Felt

Often I close my eyes to escape a lonely sigh

and remember your eyes looking through me.

A smile I longed to see, lips soft and seducing me

Words fill the delicate empty space in-between you and me.

You illuminate my darkest corners and change the beat of my heart.

I am tantalized by the hope you have given to my dreams.

By Jacqueline Kintner

Feb 9, 2013

It's funny when you think you finished first

but you came in last..

The one time you needed something to last

and handicapped by the past

By Jacqueline Kintner

January 2013

There are no words in the shadows beyond the light.

The wonder of you seeps through evoking a need

that dominates the dark night to day.

By Jacqueline Kintner

Jan 1, 2013

The Hourglass is Out of Sand

I sat here as you left me

I felt the tears start to form

One by one they ran down my face

But it didn't matter because you were gone.

They hit the floor each time

like shattering crystals of what use to be.

I picked the pieces of shattered dreams off the floor

and gazed into the memories

By Jacqueline Kintner

Written in 1990

Dolphin Out Of The Sea

Awake yet, asleep

Anticipating the moon to sink

Beyond his reach, lies a world unique.

His life becomes entangled

surrounded by his hopes and dreams.

He escapes with one hand free

but another delays his flee.

He races through water yet clear

but scared he will die there.

He is lucid but yet in a dream

wondering what shall become of him.

The once embedded appearance

of what he seeks became bleak.

Small sparks which once withered within

revealed their secrets and would not descend.

The vigorous flame of desire

now arose higher and higher.

He strikes forward and follows the stream

bewildered by the current he only dreamed.

He slows to a glide and reopens his eyes.

Undaunted by memories, the discovery he's free.

No longer a dolphin out of the sea…

By: Jacqueline Kintner