Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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Going Home Down East

Jasmin twines her beguiling aroma into the woods. Lingering close to her sun-drenched petals arousing my acuities were ladybugs.  Appearing at the crepuscular hour, bunnies white, with piercing eyes ascend from their holes. They are stirring to play within the loving hours. When our breath slows, as does our hearts beating amid God’s creation, new […]

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Sacrifice of a Glorious Life

falling like grand flakes of golden paper are the leaves from my bodysinging, a playful gust of wind takes my yellow dressing to the soilvenerating the glory of my clapping in harmony with nature’s voiceageless limbs stretch out, grasping the sun’s rays, bringing me lifefertile like the human that watches me from her floating windowsillI […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Magic of the Morning

securing her likeness within the shifting fogchasing lingering moon dancers in her red apronelbows raw from scaping the dancing tree limbsa breakfast of oats and honey sits on the tablethinking of the first time they met in the stable a newborn wren chirping for its morning wormtapping her shoulder, the first ray of pinkish sunwhite […]

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Respite for Nature

    seagulls glide, splitting the air into fragments of glass, as memories, giving birtheffortlessly, like angels fluff their feathers when flying above vast mother earth heartbeats heard in tiny hummingbirds, melodic with the song of the oak treesripen fruit, beckons the fowl, in the light of the sun, as red daylilies bring bees anoles […]

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God’s Hand

Poem written by Joni Caggiano on 07/28/20 – Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc   flower petals float into my hairsand gathers in hills by midnight airthe moon closes her lid and darkness will fallcypress grows in a marshland that forgot to callcreation blooms and acorns smile, as they are buried in sandwhile God walks a lost […]

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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 […]

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River’s Song

I hide within her rolling peaks and float with ferns that line the river Playing the snapping turtle’s shell pulsating sounds echo in rhythm Scarlet Tanagers singing along with warblers from their thin branches Water moccasins slither like ribbons in the wind close to her long lip Young Blue-fronted Dancers perform a colorful salsa within […]

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My Poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land,” Now Part Of The Anthology, “Inner Eye”

  My Dear Friends, I’m very excited to announce that I’m going to be included along with other fellow writers in the anthology “Inner Eye”!  My poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land” will be part of this printed publication, available now for purchase at Poet’s Choice (please scroll down the Home page to see […]

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