Bio
Mary W. Jensen lives in Utah with her husband and son. Mary is the middle of nine children, and escaped the loudness of reality by immersing herself in books and poetry. From chaos comes creation.
Mary writes fantasy and poetry. She enjoys the fantastic and creating new worlds, creatures, and magics.
Her poetry has been published in various webzines. Coauthor of the poetry anthology Lifelines published by InkSpotter Publishing. Her poetry book, Chiaroscuro, was originally published by SynergEbooks and is now out through Briarbook Lane Press.
Mary writes fantasy and poetry. She enjoys the fantastic and creating new worlds, creatures, and magics.
Her poetry has been published in various webzines. Coauthor of the poetry anthology Lifelines published by InkSpotter Publishing. Her poetry book, Chiaroscuro, was originally published by SynergEbooks and is now out through Briarbook Lane Press.
More Than What You See
"The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am only half what you see –
you can’t learn all from a picture;
yes, you see my hair is blonde,
my eyes are blue,
perhaps estimate my height…
but my fair skin and features are not all
that make me who I am.
I am thoughts, ideas,
creations, emotions,
memories.
I am tears –
let loose so easily
but making me strong not soft.
I am survivor –
wrought in the fire
to strengthen my faith.
I am chiaroscuro –
not all light or dark alone
but the contrast and shadows they create.
I am love –
wrapped gently
around my husband and my son.
I am seeds –
blown from a dandelion
swept up by the air in flight.
I am words –
brewing inside of me
are ideas that will form poems and stories.
I am me –
take me or reject me,
but you cannot change me.
"The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am only half what you see –
you can’t learn all from a picture;
yes, you see my hair is blonde,
my eyes are blue,
perhaps estimate my height…
but my fair skin and features are not all
that make me who I am.
I am thoughts, ideas,
creations, emotions,
memories.
I am tears –
let loose so easily
but making me strong not soft.
I am survivor –
wrought in the fire
to strengthen my faith.
I am chiaroscuro –
not all light or dark alone
but the contrast and shadows they create.
I am love –
wrapped gently
around my husband and my son.
I am seeds –
blown from a dandelion
swept up by the air in flight.
I am words –
brewing inside of me
are ideas that will form poems and stories.
I am me –
take me or reject me,
but you cannot change me.