Poetic Forecast: Reflections on Life's Promises, Storms, and Triumphs

By Zaneta Varnado Johns

Poetic Forecast: Reflections on Life's Promises, Storms, and Triumphs is the heartfelt debut collection of select poems by Zaneta (Zan) Varnado Johns. You will see early on that while the forecast may not always be clear, Zan's poems sound an unwavering sense of what is right. She was a college freshman when she wrote her

• Language: English
• Publisher: Women Speakers Association
• Release date: Nov 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781951943349

Zaneta Varnado Johns

Believing that every word shared is an opportunity to love, Zaneta (Zan) Varnado Johns has again picked up her pen to bravely express herself! Zan is a retired Human Resources Leader who enjoyed twenty-nine rewarding years at the University of Colorado. Her debut release, "Poetic Forecast: Reflections on Life's Promises, Storms and Triumphs," features forty-five years of heartfelt expression. The select poems are creatively grouped by chapters analogous to weather predictions. Zan's versatile writing flows smoothly between conversational, rhythmic, freestyle and lyrical. In a uniquely gentle way, Zan Johns inspires us to celebrate life and the people we love.

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SUNRISE

I Want to Make It

Short Prayer

What Matters

I WANT TO MAKE IT

Why, why am I here when I should be there?

There, my home, the only place I’ve known,

The only people I’ve known . . .

My father, my mother, sisters, brothers,

Grandparents, and my dearest friends.

Why?, I ask myself . . .

Because I love me.

Moreover, I love them.

I intend to be more than where I’m from.

To see more, do more, and make them proud.

So why did I have to come here?

Because here is my land of opportunity,

A colorful place of exposure,

An atmosphere of hope,

And a bright future,

God’s promises.

I want those promises;

That’s my drive.

My parents lived for me;

It’s my turn to live for them.

My turn to give back.

I’m going to make it . . . here

In the beautiful valley of Boulder, Colorado!

SHORT PRAYER

Now I wake to face the day.

Lord, to you I humbly pray.

If I should tire before I finish,

Allow my weakness to