Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button dropped
A silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stopped
Frozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried there
It was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fair
Like a red ant your painful sting and blistering mark
Our moon blinked and sadly left me in the dark
So well written!
Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate your comment and visiting so much. Have a blessed evening. Love 💕 Joni
Wow the final line is a real heart kicker.
You are so kind Rhen. Thank you my sweet friend. Love and hugs to you dear sister. 🌺🌸❤️😘
You’re welcome, Joni–love to you, as well, Sister <3
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Very lovely Joni. Peace and love to you.
And to you my dear friend. Love and hugs 🌺🌸😘❤️
My dearest honeybun
I have tears in my eyes ….
1. Your poem is absolutely divine. I should say beyond divine
“It was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fair
Like a red ant your painful sting and blistering mark
Our moon blinked and sadly left me in the dark”
I flew in a nest of love and … I was left in the dark. Wow. the impact of this imagery is unbelievable. Joni, you have this capacity to transform words into images and images into words, my dear. You are fantastic. I love your poems. Your talent shines and inspires.
2. Thank you. I am humbled by the photo you used. Honeybun, I have no words to express my gratitude for everything you’ve done for me. I am speechless…
Wishing you the loveliest and the most blessed weekend ever. May love and may the muse be with you.
Love you Joni. I’ll get back to you soon.
xoxoxo
Gabriela (button)
Oh sweet beautiful Button thank you for all your kind words. They mean so much I am always so humbled. Well that is where your book stays on the night stand so it is easily accessible. Wishing you a splendid weekend as well dear Button. Love and many hugs dearest friend. Love you honeybun. 🌺🌸❤️😘💕
My pleasure Joni. I am so humbled by your gesture. You have my heart.
xoxoxo
xoxoxo 😘
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Well written poem
Thank you so much. I am blessed and appreciate your kindness. Love 💕 Joni
Finding words like that for places like that… places that don’t show up on any map…
It means something, that you fund words there –
and helps others to mean something too.
– John (Woodsy)
Sometimes,
I find myself
with just an empty bag,
a cold thing
that seems always to be frightened in some way
and
a world of hurt,
daring me not to be defeated
when there is nothing but meanness in its victory.
Sometimes,
I’m just looking for a brand of hug they don’t make anymore
and a small warm cup of forgiveness
for trying to rebuild myself in your leftovers.
“Sometimes,
I’m just looking for a brand of hug they don’t make anymore
and a small warm cup of forgiveness
for trying to rebuild myself in your leftovers.” Woodsy you’re comment is a beautiful poem. Your words so lovely. Thank you for writing something so gorgeous and for reading. “Trying to rebuild myself in your leftovers” what a amazing description of love. Love and hugs to you and thank you again my new friend. Love 💕 Joni
Beautiful.
I love it, Joni. ❤
Thank you so much my friend. I am so glad you loved it. Have a wonderful weekend. Love 💕 and 🤗 hugs Joni
You’re welcome. 🙂❤
Wow. Absolutely amazing!❤💕💕
I am glad you could relate to this poem. Thank you so much for your kindness and your comments they mean a lot. Love, blessings and hugs Joni
It is my pleasure Joni.
Love, blessings and hugs right back to you❤💐💕