rain falls on hot sidewalks in the steam i see strangers a child trips on her red boot southern flannel moth emerges from a silk cocoon like a new bride in yellow Please read the rest of my poem [here] Picture by Pexels.com - chosen by thefinestexample.home.blog
My Poem “Tribute to the Forest” is my first published work on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine
Disentangling my body as my spirit flows without restraintthrough the dreams of the elusive creatures of the blessed forest.My skin touches tiny petals of love that float freelyas cottonwood trees have turned the forest into a winter’s land.As their fleecy white seeds blow into my dreamland with a subtle gustreminiscent of the exquisite white feather … Continue reading My Poem “Tribute to the Forest” is my first published work on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine
My Honey Bee
Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to … Continue reading My Honey Bee
Leaving Again
memories of White Lake, pour over me like a cloud shedding its fluidthe lake of glass, glistening in the sun, reflecting silent laughterlooking at your toes underneath this cooling mirror, I sighthe rough wooden pier that stretches out, as a second summer daycalling my name, like a silk scarf longing to feel fingers touchingmusic lingers … Continue reading Leaving Again
Wild Fire
fear consuming the twelve, a shadow of hiding they boreinto the upper room, they meet, above King David's tombseeing the Son of God many times, on the Galilean shore golden the waving wheat, breathing in sun through grainscut with a sickle, gather into sheaves on the threshing floorsongs of fowl, from the air, the sun … Continue reading Wild Fire
Pool of Siloam
jade eyes like yearning sound, in the playground of our delightmusic is his words, floating like bubbles that softly graze my earshivering as tender touches, and butterfly kisses, birth my tear our bodies reacting as familiar pleasure finds us, man and wifeas one flesh we soar where stars burst and moonbeams weepas the blind man … Continue reading Pool of Siloam
My Poem, “The Nature of Jazz”, Now Live at Spillwords.com
Besieging me with her exquisiteness was the sea.Palm trees rustle, rejoicing in a seamless tune.Anegada sends echoes from an aging graveyardof polished conch shells gleaming rosy pink.Caribbean an indigo blue, crafting elusive ripplesin unison as gliding pink flamingos shriek gently. Please read the rest of my poem [here]. I am delighted that my poem, "The … Continue reading My Poem, “The Nature of Jazz”, Now Live at Spillwords.com
Flutist
the heart is a cage that traps birds with no wingsblack keys on the piano play their neighbors in whitefor they will sing for the voiceless birds tonight in the distance air blows over handmade holesmaking chamber music for forty-three-thousand yearscalming the restless and weary as they bleed tears the warrior is a victor, still … Continue reading Flutist
Stung
OLYMPUS E-520 DIGITAL CAMERA- Photo and Poem by Joni Caggiano on May 22, 2020 Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a … Continue reading Stung
A Child’s Prayer
Oh light where did your splendid sparkle goTo touch the heaven that I knowWhere I visit God and sit upon His lapI talk with Jesus, lay upon a lion, and take a napJoyful colors make a rainbow of love that can danceAngel wings soar, and fragrance doth enhanceThe brilliance of the moment in the skyI … Continue reading A Child’s Prayer
