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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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…
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…
Butterfly Kisses
Light from the sun caresses a spider web.Moving gently, it creates a prism of dancing light.Black-capped chickadees pluck yellow moths from overgrown ivy.Like vivid green lace, it creates the lifeline of the small screen porch.Cycles of life are seen from our bed, awakening with the yellow-orange of sunrise.Our nest is warm with notions and promises…
Three New Poems on I Write Her – The Short of It
Nature Changes Hearts of love hang by spider silk, painting the rust-colored leaves,shedding old clothes as dying flowers bid goodbye to bees.Impatient is the fall wind, causing green to intermingle with the color brown.We are watching the movement of the last squirrels digging holes in the ground.Kisses fall from the sky from migrating birds as…
In Love With My Spanish Breakfast
when the sun put on her yellow robe, she was shining sitting in the humming café in Sevilla which graced her street’s corner like a jewelwhile my love was sipping his café solo, the lip of his cup smiles at me our young waiter cuts slices for my bocadillo con jamón as he greets me…
Rhythm of Life
fairies play music on silken threads left by tiny worms a child somewhere dreams of dancing on her tippy toes lonely is the haunting sound of the saxophone a grandmother holds her daughter’s child the first time tears leave a salty trail on beautiful black skin red and orange waltz across the sky, dancing into…
Memories Etched in Photographs
Pussy willows motion to a yellow warbler, for its pollen drips like liquid gold. Focusing your lens, you beckon your loving directions softly to me. My heart hastens its beat, warming me, as I follow your instructions. Flip flops shed on the pond’s edge, where we have poured our passion and fed our love. My…
Gifts of Love
your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces and introducing virgin treasuresa lock of my red hair you wear around your neckbracelets made from dried forget me knots, and lavenderinside your pocket a song I wrote, stained with a captured tearthe hat you wore so many years ago when…
God is Waiting
The fine hairs of the tree moss,talk to one another in a languageonly they know. Years have gone since the heavybranches have felt the weightof heavy winter snow. The earth preserves herself withina cavity of love, as many thingshave fallen to slumber. Years ago when the moonlightbrought a trail of tears, Godtalked of such wonder….