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 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 […]

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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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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 […]

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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 […]

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Drowning in Silence

  in these final loud wounding hours,the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzlingthrough my open slits, I can serenely departagony in the iris of my weary eyebubbles floating up I tenderly sigh sleeping where the purple iris lay stillrousing now to sing a silky song to herbuoyant yet strong faith swells in her heartthe silence […]

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