Journey On: Another Book of Poems

By Leonie E. Marson-Lewis

In Journey On, Leonie E. Marson-Lewis expresses in the content of this book meaning in her life in the division of its chapters Relating, Knowing, Living, and Praying. This collection of poems by Marson-Lewis is influenced by the seas of change, economically and politically, over the past few decades. While vivid stories of the past and present are told in the poems, an underlying current remains throughout each chapter. As with the evolution of life, the cyclical pattern of the economy is not seen as drastic. Therefore, the poems life expectations and the message they impart are eternal as the waters in the ocean.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Nov 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490747453

Leonie E. Marson-Lewis

Leonie E. Marson-Lewis was born in Kingston, Jamaica. The family lived in Kingston, when her parents immigrated to England, the children went to live under the guardianship of their uncle in New Garden, St. Andrews. In New Garden, Leonie developed a love for reciting rhymes, taught to her by her cousins, for they were all she could say without stuttering. Leonie and her siblings joined their parents in stages, she in May 1960. There she attended Grafton Junior School, in North London where a speech therapist was assigned to her and helped her overcome her lisp and stutter. By the age of nine her speech impediment was a thing of the past. Along with her speech came a new found confidence that made her a non-stop chatter. Her mother encouraged her writing with an endless supply of diaries and her teacher encouraged the poetry by introducing her to William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils”. Leonie moved to America in 1984 with her husband and two daughters later a son became a welcomed addition to the family. She continues to write and perform at poetry open mic venues.

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Relating

Pretty Hair

Dem did call it broking out.

The tenderness on my head

when the comb teeth pulls through

The blood pouring after the hair falls.

The burning of the ointment over the

bald sore head,

After the hair was taken off.

The loneliness without the cousins

milling round me,

To touch my hair and say with each stroke

Pretty Hair.

Removed

In school, I learned and behaved well

I raised my hands to ask and answer

and never interrupted the teacher.

I dressed in proper uniform as specified by the rule book.

I only played preferred games, and none on the prohibited list.

My peers were all wonderful children

I would never say different.

All classmates were bright even Carla,

the dumbest thing I have ever met on two legs.

Ops, beg your pardon!

The most academically challenged student in the class.

Raised my hand for board and

milk monitor every fifth week.

As there were only five of us capable of