Janice Harris

Janice Harris Poems

Janice Harris Biography

I am a 1989 Graduate of the University of South Florida. I majored in Sociology with a Minor in Business Administration. I have always loved writing. I won a scholarship in high school through one of the local radio stations by writing an essay. The idea to write this book came from one of my brothers. We were debating among ourselves and he blurted out you should write a book. As time when on I contemplated this idea and decided, he was right. I feel I definitely have a lot to say in my poems. I hope you all find my work enjoyable. We all are looking for ways to make our lives less stressful and carefree and my poetry soothes my being. I live in Tampa, Florida. I am married with 3 grown children,2 grandchildren and 2 dogs. I love spending time with family and friends and reading.)

The Best Poem Of Janice Harris

The Sculptor

Wet clay lies flat on the ground until gentle hands form a head. Then arms and feet follow. With each twist another part is molded. Eyes, mouth, nose and ears, a body stands tall. Erected from the clay.
A blank canvas lies flat on the easel until gentle hands pick up a brush. With each stroke the canvas comes to life. Flowers, cottages, and animals jump onto the page. Snow and rain beating against mountains and valley stare back. Erected from the paint.
Rocks stare formless on the banks of rivers and deserts. Gentle hands pick up a chisel and begin to form images. Tap, tap, tap and characters and shapes begin to emerge. Breathing pulses into stones. Erecting from stone.
Hardness turns to softness. Darkness turns into shining polish. Rough edges are smoothed away. The hands of the master shape the future of the thing. Sculpting beautiful silhouettes of splendor and purpose.
Nothing becomes something. Listless turns into bliss, creating master pieces. Sculpting the future. Separating the beginning from the end. What was nameless becomes named.
The unknown becomes known. Now it sits as it was planned from the beginning. The thing now has a name and it is all Grand. Formed by the sculptor with the master plan. Deciding fate in the hands of the sculptor.
Hands that shape the future.

Janice Harris Comments