2017

2017
Third week of Advent

Introduction:

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Current: Danbury, CT, United States
Welcome! A few years ago, I discovered an application that artists employ in their works to bring cultural awareness to their audiences. Having discerned this semiotic theory that applies to literature, music, art, film, and the media, I have devoted the blog, "Theory of Iconic Realism" to explore this theory. The link to the publisher of my book is below. If you or your university would like a copy of this book for your library or if you would like to review it for a scholarly journal, please contact the Edwin Mellen Press at the link listed below. Looking forward to hearing from you!

16 December, 2017

In Preparation for Christmas


Preparation for Christmas 

In Preparation for this Christmas, 
I wish to send to you
a cup of gentle tidings
that will comfort through and through.

Remember your uniqueness
that your blessings are in you,
and use those gifts to be the one
who uplifts humanity true.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


06 December, 2017

A Christmas Poem

This Christmas poem was written a couple of years ago after I overheard a woman in the grocery store concerned that she didn't have enough cloves for her hot mulled wine. (Four bottles of cloves weren't enough?) I think Mary spoke to me personally that day, whispering into my subconscious, "Jeanne, you have to write this.... now!"  Merry Christmas!

Painting by Andrea Solari, ca. 1507

Eggnog or Grog?

What shall I drink? Egg nog or grog?
What did the Holy Family drink
on that holiest night of nights?
Did Mary lean over to Joseph
after giving birth to Jesus and say,
“Joseph, be a dear and pour me
another glass of Chardonnay?”
To which Joseph replied,
“Mary, Darling, all we have is
a little hot mulled wine left over
from the party last night.”

Or…did a father, proud
after such a long trip
offer his bride a sip
of water to give her joy
upon delivering this
beautiful, healthy Boy?

Did the baby cry
in a humble home
and look to his mother,
so beautiful and warm,
reach up, to touch
her swollen breast
and drink of the milk
from the Mother blessed?


© Jeanne I. Lakatos 

01 December, 2017

Winter Sky

This lovely photo by Tunc Tesel exemplifies my poem below: 

Winter Sky
Brisk night air,
unfettered firmament:
the stars whisper
ancient secrets
in this ancient sky,
touching a distant dawn. 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos