Childless Tents
Kisses like sun drops
dipped in sweet pollen,
play youthful cheeks
plump with wonder.
Faithless somber notes
of sorrow yet tarry
lost atop the velvet back
of an anxious Buckeye.
Goldenrod is changing
for Fall calls her new palette,
and aging fawns in toasted
woods, seek their lost spots.
Funnel spiders dot lawns
like lifeless, white hair-nets
perched as childless tents
on strands of fading grass.
Resident legs gingerly
tickle the web on her trap
to see if a meal is near,
as dew melts like white glaze.
My seeping ruby-red eyes
burn from such bitter loss.
The chambers of my aging heart
mix colors blue and red.
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Thank you so much Joni 🫶
It is always my pleasure. ❤️
Congratulations, Joni.
Thank you so much Tim for reading. I appreciate it. Trying to get back out there amongst the community. Big hugs my friend. 🤗
Congratulations, Joni!
Thank you so much Dawn. I really appreciate it. Big hugs, Joni
I love this one, Joni. So heartfelt and sorrowful, and the nature imagery is brilliant as only you can create. The final two stanzas really stand out to me as I can identify with them on many levels. This one is beautiful in its poignancy, and further proof that you’re the best poet out there right now. Thank you for sharing your heart and soul with us, my friend. Wishing you a peaceful rest of the week. 😊
Dearest Mike, Thank you so much for your kind and very generous response to this post and for also going into Hotel. Everyone has been very gracious about that. I wanted you to know that I wish I could say that I was shocked that you could identify with the last two stanzas, and yet I am not surprised. Although, my dear friend I am sorry that you can. No one should grow up like we did. We woke up one morning and the ground was covered in dew and you could see these spider webs that reminded me of my dad putting up an enormous army tent for us amongst the pine trees. They would occasionally let us stay out there all night. It was like cocooning is for me now. I knew once we were out there they would get drunk, and not come out – a night of peace. That was the memory that came rushing back to me. The spider legs which are barely visible in the photograph, is us girls sneaking out to play safely in the dark. The older I get unfortunately the more these memories are coming back. We both send hugs, <3 <3 <3
like lifeless, white hair-nets
perched as childless tents
on strands of fading grass….
Wowza.. what a line. The entire poem is beautifully crafted.
This is superb poetry, Joni.
Dear Nigel, thank you so much for reading my work and I so appreciate your kind comment. It means a lot to me and what a gracious comment it was indeed. I’m really glad that you enjoyed it. Hope you’re having a blessed week, sending our love. 🙏🤗🙏
You’re welcome, Joni. And yes, I am having a wonderful week. Feeling like my old self, as healing progresses. Bless you, my dear.
I am so glad. I am happy and grateful that you are feeling like your old self as you continue to heal. Bless you my friend. Praying for complete healing. I will make my way around to catch up on some of your work soon my friend. Blessings to the family!!! <3<3<3
Thank you, Joni. Means a lot
You are so deserving our friend. You are most welcome.
Congratulations!
Thank you so much Barbara. I appreciate your reading and your congratulations. <3 <3 <3
My pleasure, Joni!
Wonderful, Joni, that your fabulous poetry is posted there.
Timothy, I always appreciate you so much. Thank you my dear friend. Hugs, and blessings headed your way.
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Amazingly crafted, Joni and achingly beautiful. I’ll head there soon.. wow, I’ve really been behind.. Will try to catch up more when moments allow.. xoxoxxoxo..
I always wonder how someone who has such an enormous following manages to keep up with their comments and you and many other people I follow actually do. It is like a full-time job and you already have a full-time job. I read maybe three or four people a day if I am able to do reading and I take my time with everyone I read. So it can be a long time in-between visits. You don’t ever have to worry about catching up with me Cindy. I always appreciate hearing from everyone I do, but I don’t visit regularly like I use to. I use to spend 8 or more hours on line a day and honestly now, I like to spend time with my husband doing nothing on days that I feel like it. So I do admire the commitment that you and many of the friends I do visit. You all have more energy than I do. It is always a blessing to hear from anyone and I sincerely mean that. Big hugs and lots of love, Joni
Resident legs gingerly tickle .. living is a struggle but the hope of fun makes it worth getting up in the morning.. <3
Indeed my friend, Indeed. Thank you so much for reading. I hope that you continue to bless others for as long as time allows and you have the energy, it must take to translate so many amazing poetic works for us to read. It is a blessing to give others a voice. When I read your own work and translations which you do so many of, and also share some amazing art work as well, I always invision me heading out to the mailbox in my panties as a little girl, checking the mail. I was sending in poetry I had written and checking daily for the response – I so longed and hope to get. Bless your kind and modest heart.