Welcome Jill Rothman to the Poet’s Corner
I am excited to introduce talented artist, poet
and singer songwriter, Jill Rothman, to the
Global Heart Community.
Jill describes herself as a person of few words
who “loves to create snapshots of what goes on in peoples lives”
and delights in conjuring her own interesting characters.
“Everything I Want To Say About Love” is Jill’s greeting card line
that expresses how she has embraced and taken pleasure in life.
Please enjoy listening to Mary Alice's interview with Jill Rothman.
Take a moment to enjoy hearingthe lovely rhythm of Jill’s poemCustom Tailoring
I am wearing a Cloak
invisible to some,
seen by others.
It is covered in
lizards and lionesses,
scallions, fennel and myrrh.
Rare jewels are held in place
by articulate embroidery.
Exotic flowers thrive and bloom
on the seams, it seems.
In the Moonlight,
Ravens, on my shoulders, advise Me.
Tinsel, woven in my hair, travels to my waist
as did the tresses of my twenties.
In the Sun,
I sparkle
like the Ring of Fire at Full Eclipse.
This Cloak is significant garb,
finer than the illusions of fashion on Paris runways,
simpler than an apple a day.
Just like this Garment,
My words and Spirit
are gobble-dee-gook to some,
accessible to others.
This Wrap was made for Me.
As a “mature” Woman,
what matters most, is that,
I see MySelf
ensembled and assembled in this way.
To Me,
My Cloak
is warm, mighty and miraculous,
made thick by the experiences of challenge,
yet willingly vulnerable to falling rain.
1/5/18 Jill Rothman
Jill Rothman: Custom Tailoring
Jill Rothman: Custom Tailoring
I am wearing a Cloak invisible to some, seen by others.
It is covered in
lizards and lionesses,
scallions, fennel and myrrh. Rare jewels are held in place by articulate embroidery. Exotic flowers thrive and bloom on the seams, it seems.
In the Moonlight,
Ravens, on my shoulders, advise Me. Tinsel, woven in my hair, travels to my waist as did the tresses of my twenties.
In the Sun,
I sparkle
like the Ring of Fire at Full Eclipse.
This Cloak is significant garb,
finer then the illusions of fashion on Paris runways, simpler than an apple a day.
Just like this Garment,
My words and Spirit
are gobble-dee-gook to some, accessible to others.
This Wrap was made for Me.
As a “mature” Woman,
what matters most, is that,
I see MySelf
ensembled and assembled in this way.
To Me,
My Cloak
is warm, mighty and miraculous,
made thick by the experiences of challenge, yet willingly vulnerable to falling rain.
1/5/18 Jill Rothman
Jill Rothman: Custom Tailoring
Jill Rothman: Custom Tailoring
I am wearing a Cloak invisible to some, seen by others.
It is covered in
lizards and lionesses,
scallions, fennel and myrrh. Rare jewels are held in place by articulate embroidery. Exotic flowers thrive and bloom on the seams, it seems.
In the Moonlight,
Ravens, on my shoulders, advise Me. Tinsel, woven in my hair, travels to my waist as did the tresses of my twenties.
In the Sun,
I sparkle
like the Ring of Fire at Full Eclipse.
This Cloak is significant garb,
finer then the illusions of fashion on Paris runways, simpler than an apple a day.
Just like this Garment,
My words and Spirit
are gobble-dee-gook to some, accessible to others.
This Wrap was made for Me.
As a “mature” Woman,
what matters most, is that,
I see MySelf
ensembled and assembled in this way.
To Me,
My Cloak
is warm, mighty and miraculous,
made thick by the experiences of challenge, yet willingly vulnerable to falling rain.
1/5/18 Jill Rothman