electricity surges from your auburn hairmen thirst for your flesh like a ripe pearsecrets warily etched in red ink on pillowseek wisdom from God’s weeping willow acquiesce to their tenders as you dareas Samson, strength births in your hairsecure your hopes, dreams, and poweroh exquisite poppy, you glorious flower To read the rest of my…
Category: Dreams
My New Poem “Cassiopeia’s Bargain” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
congratulations to Gabriela marie milton, editor and NEWLY NAMED ADVISORY BOARD MEMBER for Masticadores underneath the shadow of a manic and freshly mowed moondrunk with a star from Cassiopeia and her erogenous tune I wept tears of mad loss that crawled underneath your shut doorbreaking up with me while sitting safe on your heartless…
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…
The Lonely Widower
This poem is dedicated to all the people that are alone that I know, love and pray for on WordPress and the world. This is a difficult time for everyone but those who don’t have family or friends that visit are lonely – take a chance guys and gals! I dedicate this poem to John…
The Poet’s Tender Heart
love, a raindrop, a snowflake, or the uniqueness of the flight of the leafmoon shades of green bringing forth a canvas within the ocean’s kelpsongbirds sing for both you and me underneath the power of the same blue skyblack keys suit the music of your mystifying and powerfully winged wordswhite keys that are jealous are…
The Floral Wall – A Collaboration
A Collaboration between Joni and Stuart Aken, Photos by Stuart. Please visit Stuart’s website for his photography and publications – Poem by Joni Caggiano cracks in the old stone cry out to melike a whimpering fairy with golden eyessmooth the aging skin upon the river swept rockssweltering and charming with a parasol reflection of a…
Regrets of a Southern Death
gazing at her photo as if measures of time were echosof the rapid beat of a hummingbird’s wingfor if he dared to linger upon the fading vision that was once hereven a second longer, her death would occur all over againexcept for his memory, she was salt mixed with brown ash, bone andfour long screws…
Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance
lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with…
Scarlet Petals in Santorini
Gazing out the white shutters of our villa in Santorinimy dreams nor visions could compete with this reality.Observing you that first night at dinner, I dare not allow my stare to linger.I could feel your heat surround me like an orb of glorious white light.Such character in your face, written with poetic lines, in primal…
I Dream of Mom and Dad
The sun was setting on my back, delighting me with fall whispersTrails of auburn and ginger colors left kisses of white ribbons on my skinAn anole wiggled with his last taste of energy behind dried leavesI heard a lone saxophone from an outdoor restaurant crying high notesThat is when I saw her, she was young…