Tiny Droplets

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Tiny Droplets

Tiny droplets released from plants
Gently touch things of all sorts
to cool burning anger
to relieve this passive fear
and soften the heart of we the cursed dead,
finally returning to the ground.

Pequeñas gotas



Pequeñas gotas de plantas

tocan suavemente todo tipo de cosas

enfriando la ira ardiente

aliviando este miedo pasivo

y ablandan el corazón de nosotros los malditos muertos,

Finalmente volviendo al suelo. 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

A Daydreamer in the Storm

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

A Daydreamer in the Storm

The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher

I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind

I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down

I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

A Tiny Box

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

El Sauzal

A Tiny Box

We’ve been in a tiny box

Since we were born

Reading many books

Living in an illusion

Tired of being in a tiny box

Being pushed and squeezed

Seeing many tricks

By those who are privileged

We’re still in that tiny box

Dreaming of the new world

Where we can see our livestock

Grazing on the grass in a field

The most difficult questions

Will be answered by children

No more complex deceptions

All the pain will be forgotten

Isaiah 65 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Pearl

 Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Pearl

In a faraway land, a merchant found a precious pearl
He happily sold everything and traveled a long distance
To buy the tiny fruit from a little shell

The shell endured for several years to form the pearl
The beauty resulted from pain by a splinter
Its noble radiance made his heart swirl

He sacrificed everything but gained true satisfaction
Its modest and elegant beauty was priceless
Its long lasting value never saw deterioration

I found a far more valuable pearl shining in pure white
Growing along with your pain, down in your soul
Reflecting the brightest light in your darkest part

Your sympathy, understanding and strength
These are lasting rewards from your struggle
With tears from pain, you hold onto hope and truth

13th April 2017

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

The Night Holds Me So Tight

 

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

The Night Holds Me So Tight

The Night holds me so tight

In the town with no light

A big pale face in the sky

The moon must be very shy

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Birds Are Flying Away

 

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Birds Are Flying Away

The sun rises and sets,

The moon rises and sets,

Birds are flying over the seas, rivers and mountains

Birds are flying over disturbances and disappointments

Under complete darkness,

Under excessive brightness,

Birds don’t count how many days they are flying

Birds don’t care how many birds are flying together

With their tiny wings

With all their strength

Flying on rainy days, windy days and in scorching heat,

No matter how happy, sad, or fearful they feel.

Poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Hang Myself in the Sky

From our window

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Hang Myself in the Sky

Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is frightening
The sky is blue
There's no clue

Looking for secrets
You gave me pamphlets
No matter what you say
I will say “nay”
So you’ll say “nigh-nigh”

Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is exciting
But, I am in blue
You have no clue

Looking for secrets
You took me to outlets
No matter what you say
I will say “pay”
So you’ll say “bye-bye”

Let me hang myself in the sky
Singing voice is a bit shaky
Honestly I don’t want to die
You're gonna say “Why?”

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Children in War

Music, poem and photographs by Felicia Jarvis

Reading by Andrew Jarvis

Children in War

Empty massacres 

Small eyes are watching 

Their words 

Going up to the empty sky 

Fading away without any realistic effect 

No one notices 

No one understands 

But children try to find 

Their times 

Dreams 

And hopes which they used to have 

But, a whirlpool of hopelessness 

Captures them 

They will have 

An illusion of silence 

During the worst commotion 

Their pleading surely exists 

In their voices without sound 

In their writings without letters 

In their words without being said 

In their breathing 

In their minds 
In their silent screams 

And calmness in the madness

Photographs, music and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Something Is Missing

Music, photographs and the poem by Felicia Jarvis

Something Is Missing

Something is missing in the cupboard.
It might be a jar of blackberry jam, 
Made of the fruits picked in the summer.
 
Something is missing in the closet.
It might be a coat with big red buttons,
Their bright red cheered me up in the winter.
 
Something is missing in my heart.
I wonder if I know what is,
It can make everyone smile like spring.
 
Something is missing somewhere
If I know what is missing and where
I can fill the ‘what’ into the ‘where’ in the autumn.

Photographs, music and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Afterglow

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Afterglow

The sun has quietly set over the mountains

I’m seeing the hem of  its orange dress

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Intellectual Darkness

 From our window

Photograph by Felicia Jarvis

 

Intellectual Darkness

We are falling into profound isolation and loneliness

We are trapped in a continuous one way force

Bragging about our discoveries of the universe's secrets

Although our actual achievement was but to name a few stars

So called solutions come from an intellectual darkness

The imaginings of wise men wearing purple garments

They are diligent men at spreading their mythologies

Causing endless struggles that result in disappointments

Asking, searching and eventually blaming their gods

Falling faster and deeper into isolation and loneliness

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Nocturne

View from our house 

Photograph by Felicia Jarvis

Nocturne

Walking with bare feet on the cold floor

Hearing your breathing and rough waves

A seagull is flying over the dark sea

If I had wings like this seagull

I would fly out from this window

To find you, my sleeping beauty

You are always close to me, but hiding

Imagining touching your warm hands

Imagining hearing your soft voice

But, please sleep well my beauty

Enduring loneliness is my pleasure

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Monotonous Solitude

 This is a photograph of the pathway on the clinic site.
After the rain, a lot of leaves fell to the ground.

 I borrowed my husband's phone to take this photograph.

 

Monotonous Solitude

Standing on the road alone

Shadow is fading into the atmosphere

And disappearing into the universe

Puddles are reflecting the sky

I found myself standing there

I didn’t realize that I was alone

The wind agitated the sky in the puddles

I disappeared into the universe

I forgot how many years passed

After I found myself in a puddle

Forgetting and being forgotten

I lost my shadow from my memory

The shadow was a shadow, not reality

Stepping into the sky in a puddle

I am trying to connect to myself 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

My Longest Dream of The Shortest Sleep

My dear cat, Jemima. She is about two years old. 
I painted this in February 2018. Oil

My Longest Dream of the Shortest Sleep

I wondered if my emptiness was my fault
I wished that my life would immediately halt
My swollen heart was filled with pain

Once realities made me a dreamer
Emptiness would kill me quicker
Than my purse filled with nothing

My longest dream of the shortest sleep
Like admiring shallow waters “so deep!”
Like calling uncertainties the divine truth

To distinguish confusion from depth
Requires courage to stand beneath
People who ranked themselves superior

Oh God, hide me from their poisons
Its sweet odor of everlasting haughtiness
Desperately longed for by ambitious men

Painting and poem by Felicia Jarvis

 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved