SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

White perfection like cirrus clouds on a sweltering southern mid-afternoon, Lay the cotton  blanket of white whispers speaking hauntingly and softly. My eyes gazing on a snowy speckled pattern, as I could hear melodic singing. Melancholy voices, expressions shared while talking of their joint sorrows, Bended aching backs and thin arms carrying heavy sacks of the … Continue reading SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

THE LIE

A thing that grows and stings the soul, Of the ears in which it lands.Pain ruptured wound now reopened, Doubt begins to wonder once again.How does it so easily slide right off, The tip of that self-righteous tongue!Once verbalized it floats about in space, You can't deny or ignore its strength, It tugs and breaks … Continue reading THE LIE

My Wrath

Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19