Notes from My Solitude

By Yolande Jessamy

This selection of poetry is intended to be an introduction to the collection of my poems and makes no attempt to be comprehensive. Notes From My Solitude is unintentional and drawn from my monastery moments, reflecting on the daily occurrence that touches me. I did not write for my work to be read out loud but I hope that you will enjoy reading it. Thank you!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: May 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493194605

Yolande Jessamy

Yolande Jessamy was born in Grenada. She was educated in Grenada and England. She spends her time working within the private and public health sector. She is a Researcher in the History of Medicine, Health, Illness and Society; she has keen interest in the relationship between Architecture and Health, and Medical Poetry and Prose. This is her first collection of published work that offers moments of reflection.

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CONTENTS

Author’s Note

Prelude

Notes From My Solitude

To Taste Memories

The Truth About Compassion

In The Abyss Of Thy Soul

Yesterday’s Goodbye

Spring Time

What A Nice Place

Letters from Ward 38

Two

A Prelude to Peace

My Brother

Self Harm

Moonlight Madness

The Calling

Piton Peaks

A Valentine Requiem

No Ordinary Love

On

Call off the search

A Portrait Of My Day

The Mystery Of Sad News

To Taste Memories

Tender Side Of Brutality

The Art Of Empathy

You Ask

Central Line

Winter Time

Mothers And Sons

Sushi For My Unknown Lover

Stand by me

What My Eyes

Reliability

Blank

TURP

It Is Not A Good Time To Die

The Day After Remembrance

Lovers and Donkeys

In Sleep So Deep and Sweet

Before The Colour Fades

The Operating Theatre

In The Company Of Warmth

The Stranger And I

What Is Beautiful Is Born To Die

The Boy With No Name

The One That Get Away

I Was Young When The World Was Young

Unbearable

In The Silent Of My Mind

The Colour of Your Hearts

Vengeance

The Darkness Of The Night

Songs of Disappointment

Diamond Smile

Notes From a Stenographer

Smokers And Friends

Caring On The Menu

And You My Body

A Beautiful & Tormented Soul

While Waiting And Waiting

Where Do Grief Go

So We Meet Again Heartache

Sitting With Women Mother

After the Funeral Comes The Merriment

Redundancy

Mothers and Daughters

To Become

The End

Empty Spaces

Dedicated to

Jackie Jessamy

Valma Jessamy

Jessie-Ann Jessamy

And most of all

Faith V Langaigne-Jessamy

For the joys of small things stay blessed

Author’s Note

This selection of poetry is intended to be an introduction to the collection of my poems and make no attempt to be comprehensive. Notes From My Solitude is unintentional and drawn from my monastery moments, reflecting on the daily occurrence that touches me. I did not write for my work to be read out loud but I hope that you will enjoy reading it. Thank you!!

On taking time for ourselves:

‘‘Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. A day away acts as a spring tonic. It can dispel rancor, transform indecision, and renew the spirit’’

Maya Angelou, 1993

Wouldn’t Take Anything For My Journey Now

Prelude

Taken from The Song Of Songs, which is Solomon’s

How beautiful you are, my love

How beautiful you are

Your eyes, behind your veil,

Are doves;

Your hair is like a flock of goats

Frisking down the slopes of Gilead

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

As the come up from the washing

Each one has its twin

No one is unpaired with another

You lips are a scarlet thread

And your words enchanting