rebirth

seven fingers my body’s jutting leaves of gold and orangeblood red is the drifting moon shadowing vivid imagesstunning the crystal tree exposing her icy white teethvelvety silence fashioning a rebirth to cherishsafely surrounded by the Jordan and John the Baptistescorting lost souls into the cleansing water of Christ

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Abused child

do not presume to know memy face a frowning mooncrevices of sadness besmeara hoary soul who wonders here wounds scab, heal and gazeas an eyeless void, she paintsno peak can lug the weightof a child begotten such a fate

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Life and Death

weeping crowmoon hangs lowwords slash in single fileblood plunges on Italian tilean infant takes four steps to momdad is raking leaves on browning lawnred-headed nurse prays for the dead this dawn   I am dedicating this poem to nurses, doctors, and anyone working in any capacity within the healthcare industry. A special thanks to our […]

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The cliffs of moher

leaves of many colors mingle to dispersea steaming bowl of porridge to feed the craving earthrain turns directions, as limestone clenches sea flowersour love flying with the peregrine falcons by the cliffs of moherusing night writing, molds of movement, on the blanket we once did share

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compulsive

counting, countingdoing daily safety checksexhaustion visiting eyes of seven God ignoring pleas to go to heaven tiptoeing, tiptoeingever aware of sleeping beastglass floors cracking under toeswhile nervous fingers are picking nose

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No One Is Noticing

Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect […]

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Loving the Rough Edges

Specks of dust glide in slow motion while a hypnotic dance performs within the light of the morning sun. Eyes dry filled with fairy dust, collecting their magic in a blue silk bag. Your strong arms, now stretching deliberately they pull my willing body close.  In the distance, a lawnmower is cutting nature’s carpet as […]

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