June Paul

CONTACT:
junegpaul@gmail.com

BIO:
June is a member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets and Wisconsin Writers Association.  She is the initiator and promoter of “The Poets Tree of Peace Project.” She has had poems published in HaikUniverse, Blue Heron Review, Visual Verse, Grief Digest, The Poet by Day, Last Day Poems and Ekphrastic Review.

June holds degrees in Psychology and Religious Studies and is well immersed in understanding all peoples’ common quest and desire for peace, whether global, local or personal. Regardless of their age, gender, religion, place of work or station in life, everyone desires to live and work in peace. Her “Writing Poems of Peace” workshops provide time for discussion, creatively writing into and about the topic of peace. June has prior experience in leading small groups, training teams and leading retreats. Contact June at junegpaul@gmail.com

PUBLICATONS:
June’s poem “The First Day” appears in her book A Stable Birth (Kirkus review). She also has poems in the anthology Praying Our Way Through Stress: Drawing Wisdom from the Lord's Life and Prayer.

Poetry

The Poem in Your Pocket

There’s a poem
In your pocket
The pocket of
your heart
you feel it and
in the corner
Of your mind
You know it
The words flow
From deep within
And there it is
In front of you
With a life
Of it’s own
And you know
You now must
Live your life
Like a poem
don’t keep it
In your pocket
Reach inside
Pull yourself out
Don’t let it
Sit in the corner forever
Share your poetic life
With someone else


Storm Song

Thunder clapped

     As lightning strikes

Split

     the sky in two

Waking two

     A wee little baby

and her mother

     Bent over her crib

          gently lifting her up

Shhh   shhhhh

     The baby trembled
          In her mother’s arms

Boom!

     Thunder Cr-a-acked

and the rain splashed down

     slapping the window panes

          like sheets hanging on a line

The storm moved so close

     It seemed it would soon be

inside the room!

Shhhh

     Hush little baby

Be still my beating heart

     A song began to impart from the mothers heart

Soothing her own and soon

               her wee little baby cooed in tune

staring through the window panes

     mother and child stood

               Singing the storm away!