A beautiful winter sunset here in Danbury, CT!
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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!


I will present or have presented research on Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) at the following location(s):

October, 2021: Sacred Heart University, Fairfield, CT: "Sydney Owenson’s use of sociolinguistics and iconic realism to defend marginalized communities in 19th century Ireland"

March, 2021: Lenoir-Rhyne University, Hickory, North Carolina: "Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan): A Nineteenth Century Advocate for Positive Change through Creative Vision"

October, 2019: Elms College, Chicopee, Massachusetts: "A Declaration of Independence: Dissolving Sociolinguistic Borders in the Literature of Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan)"

03 January, 2022

Winter Firmament

If you're interested in the Aurora Borealis forecast, check out the site http://www.spaceweather.com

Winter Firmament 

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

© Jeanne I. Lakatos 

02 January, 2022


"Life’s intermittent light shines through our souls to reveal the softness within, knowing that this gentle force originates from the intensity of hardship learned by living in the profusion of opportunity that surrounds us." 
~ from my operetta, Luminescence

14 December, 2021

A Christmas Poem

This Christmas poem was written a few 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? Ha!) 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

Sweet Savor

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 

10 December, 2021


An artist is a poet is an artist...Incorporation of art and poetry creates illumination of a human experience.

Artistry of a Poet's Hand

A fine gold nib gently fits
into a feathered pen.
The well of silver and crystal accepts colorful ink,
carefully poured by the hand of a poet.

This artisan of words dips the golden nib  
into the well, slides it along the neck,
allowing excess fluid to gracefully drip
off its gilded edge.

The poet reflects on placement of each word,
and touching nib to parchment,
propels the filled pen to stroke left, then right,
forming each letter with deliberate flourish.

Ornate illuminations of richly hued imagery
in crimson, amethyst, and beryl green,
penned along the borders of the page,
elegantly coalesce genius with beauty:
the Word, inscribed.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

29 November, 2021

"Snow and Wind"

To me, the holiday includes memories of snow and wind, family gatherings in Michigan, where, no matter how intense the weather, we always gathered at my Grandma's house to celebrate. As an adult, those memories revive with each new 'winter weather advisory' and with a lovely fire in the fireplace, all outside hostilities melt away....

Photos taken with my Canon SureShot in Danbury, CT

Snow and Wind

Snow speaks silently,
caresses my heart
with memories,
tickles my soul
with anticipation,
blends with ice
to generate adrenalin

Howling wind
erases impressions
with its jealous grasp
stings my cheeks
wraps around my bones.
My body shivers
to generate adrenalin

Fire beyond the hearth
stoked with trees 
that once shaded, once housed,
once bore sparkling icicles
now draws me into its 
crackling core
to melt adrenalin

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

26 November, 2021

Blinds Open

This was a Poetry Bus prompt with which Karen challenged us:
Write about one of the following:
(1) a time you had to choose between two clearly divergent paths

(2) a time you were called to walk a path you didn't choose for yourself
(3) a time you refused to travel the path you were called to follow.  
I've chosen to write about a situation that caused me to make a decision. It all began with the closing of blinds to shield my eyes from the setting sun. 

Photo from Google Images

Blinds Open 
A blinding
moves her
to close the blind
shielding her
from the intensity.

the hour of dusk
with a creative verve
releasing brilliance.

a beam expands
that cannot blind
for memory
sustains the weakest eye.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

23 November, 2021

A Blessed Thanksgiving to all!

Wishing anyone who reads this blog a Blessed Thanksgiving Day! 
(Click here to listen to the Thanksgiving Song.)

from Google Images