The Annunciation is when the Holy Spirit announced to Mary that she would be giving birth to Jesus.
The Annunciation
painted by Leonardo Da Vinci
"Let all your things be done in Love." (1 Corinthians 16:14)
Introduction:
- Dr. Jeanne Iris
- 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!
25 March, 2026
12 March, 2026
Listening...
A view of a cold, wet Spring day
Listening...
I feel strength in the wind today.
It doesn't care what I have to say
because it has a job to do,
spreading seeds and pollen everywhere,
so I stand very still and listen with care.
It doesn't care what I have to say
because it has a job to do,
spreading seeds and pollen everywhere,
so I stand very still and listen with care.
Birds do not chirp as they did the day before,
but they dart from branch to branch
seeking shelter and food with no worries
about their cold, wet feathers.
In fact, they seem to enjoy this weather.
but they dart from branch to branch
seeking shelter and food with no worries
about their cold, wet feathers.
In fact, they seem to enjoy this weather.
Windblown hair wraps around my face
and darting raindrops pelt my cheeks,
yet here I stand listening
to the bare branches click with delight,
their strong leaf blossoms stand up to the fight.
and darting raindrops pelt my cheeks,
yet here I stand listening
to the bare branches click with delight,
their strong leaf blossoms stand up to the fight.
Puddles that form along the road
reflect low, ethereal clouds,
gliding through the gray sky,
like pictures painted by a Master's hand.
Then, I hear a message, simple but grand:
"Let go; let God."
reflect low, ethereal clouds,
gliding through the gray sky,
like pictures painted by a Master's hand.
Then, I hear a message, simple but grand:
"Let go; let God."
05 March, 2026
Comfort is a Crackling Fire
Comfort is a Crackling Fire
Another one of those days!
But now she is home;
it would all be better.
Except it wouldn’t -
cold, ice cold, here, there.
Her thoughts darken:
nothing familiar about
their contrived 'door'
through which she’d never
be granted permission to enter.
So she lay down her head
weary of the insanity
surrounded by frigid cruelty.
Even her warm tears,
now icicles crudely formed,
dangle precariously
from her drifting mind.
The sound of the crackling fire
in the fireplace
envelops her
as she sleeps to surrender.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
04 March, 2026
The Full Moon and 'Sweet Harmony'
I took this photo of the full moon from my deck.
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony."
~ William Shakespeare (Merchant of Venice)
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