Keyless is my lock, yet I readily surrender myself completely,
to my thinning skin with shadows of whispers and prickling flesh.
Secrets buried beneath a stratum of my dried and cracking crust,
as my haunting heart hungers for a yielding stillness, I can truly trust,
until my essence is so sweetly scented fading back into ash and dust.
Struggling to forget that remembrance resembling an unmarked grave
of a magical innocence lost in fall’s carpet of leaves and forgotten times.
Buried just beyond the massive Willow oak of my youth and its crimes.
Colors mix with nature’s caress and fresh air which carries me lovingly away
from nightmares that swiftly strike their sword to diminish childhood play.
For now, carved, a shelter delicate yet strong like an egg’s armor where I feel,
safe, as my breath is like a song which sends forth my overwhelming love
upon the wings of the sparrow or the red chested Bleeding-Heart dove.
Coming safely here to cry, tears of dancing joy seen only in a child’s face,
yes, peace has beckoned and lighting-bugs circle sweet Gardenias in a vase
where locks don’t exist, and fairies sing when Angels dance in my magic place!
By Joni Caggiano 02/01/20 – Photo by Joni
Joni, this is smashing. The imagery and the metaphors are splendid. 💕❤️💕❤️
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Thank you so much my sweet friend. 💕 you.
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My pleasure, hon.
xoxoxo
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Beautiful Joni, really enjoyed reading and the photograph is lovely!
All the best to you and my greetings from Spain,
Francisc
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Thank you so much Francisco I am so glad you liked it. I appreciate your reading and commenting very much. It means a lot. Have an amazing weekend. Love 💕 Joni
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You are so very welcome, Joni, it’s a pleasure, really…enjoy the weekend!
All the best,
Francisc
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Lovely images especially the last stanza
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Thank you my dear friend. I have not been very active for a couple of days. It is very dreary here in NC right now. I hope you have a blessed weekend and I
Can catch up with my reading. Love you. Joni
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Take care, you too, Joni❤️
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I agree with your readers, you write with lovely imagery ❤ Sorry to hear NC has been dreary–it is gray and windy here today–but spring WILL come! 🙂 Have a blessed weekend, Joni<3
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Oh nice to here from you my sister. I hope that you are having a blessed day. Looking forward to catching up on reading all the post I have missed in the last two days. Thank you for always reading and commenting. Love 💕 you Joni 😘
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You are most welcome always!! 🙂 ❤
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So beautifully written
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Thank you so much for your kind words. Have a blessed weekend. Love 💕 Joni
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Such poignant prose poetry, Joni! Even your secret garden viewed through the iron gate is poetry. This is a lovely way to end my Sunday.
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“….safe, as my breath is like a song which sends forth my overwhelming love
upon the wings of the sparrow or the red chested Bleeding-Heart dove…”
Oh Joni, I’ll be carrying these words in me. Thankyou for your precious gift and that you share it with the world. Love you! 🌻
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Oh thank you so much for your incredibly kind words my friend. I am so glad you enjoyed it. I hope you are having a blessed week Love 💕 Joni
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The photos you include are so brilliant. Love your work
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Thank you Janette that is quite a compliment coming from you. You have always had an amazing eye and talent behind the lens. Thank you sweetie. Love 💕 you
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