Once upon a time on October 16, under the constellation of Libra, I entered the world. Needless to say, the years I have spent on this planet have been fraught with indecision, but never indifference. The one unshakable decision I have made is to keep on striving to understand the "why" of human existence, so inextricably bound up with the Cosmos. Popular astrology is a remnant of an ancient high wisdom, the divining of super-sensible realities which underlie the physical Universe. I have written two poems for each of the twelve Sun Signs, one, a serious archetype, and the other, a more humorous stereotype, though these definitions overlap at times, according to the nature of the Sign. I confess immediately that I am a Libra, and have included three poems for my own Sign. This aberration did not spring from pride. True to the incorrigible indecisiveness of Libra, I was constitutionally unable to choose two out of the three poems which sparked my imagination!

Poems of the Zodiac

Literature & Fiction

Nealon, Joanna

Poetry

IN Publications

<p>Joanna Nealon's poetry has always presented a fresh, unique voice to the world, and her new volume is no exception. She is a true seeker, combining great depth and a playful lightness in her work. She allows us to see all aspects of her striving - her hopes, her failures, her goals and achievements, her struggles. This gives her poetry authenticity and the ability to inspire others on their inner journey. It is a gift that we can return to and be moved by again and again.Michael Steinrueck, spoken word artist, director of Creative Speech Spring Valley, FarrierJoanna Nealon’s Sixth book moves grippingly through three parts: first, dismal misery; then, vigorous but premature attacks to free the self from its pain; and lastly a haunting and original image to celebrate a new human capacity, the thinking heart. “The heart is the lens/ For the real Sky, / Not the touted telescope” the final poem begins. It ends showing that cosmic beings look “long and deeply” through the lens, “Waiting, waiting, / For the heart to see.” Nealon’s surprising last line both closes her brilliant book and arouses readers and hearers to expect the heart/lens to see. Her new and bold image may be rich in meaning from a poet who has been blind since she was nineteen, decades ago. Gertrude Reif HughesProfessor Emerita, Wesleyan University</p>

The Lesser Guardian

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Poems of the Zodiac

The Lesser Guardian