Wild Fire

fear consuming the twelve, a shadow of hiding they boreinto the upper room, they meet, above King David's tombseeing the Son of God many times, on the Galilean shore golden the waving wheat, breathing in sun through grainscut with a sickle, gather into sheaves on the threshing floorsongs of fowl, from the air, the sun … Continue reading Wild Fire

Flutist

the heart is a cage that traps birds with no wingsblack keys on the piano play their neighbors in whitefor they will sing for the voiceless birds tonight in the distance air blows over handmade holesmaking chamber music for forty-three-thousand yearscalming the restless and weary as they bleed tears the warrior is a victor, still … Continue reading Flutist

Stung

OLYMPUS E-520 DIGITAL CAMERA- Photo and Poem by Joni Caggiano on May 22, 2020 Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a … Continue reading Stung

My Pillar

Your touch reaches toward the Aegon seaYou open the door, your heart speaks to meCreating a sensation, a quiver, your smellsMy pillar, my very breath, my blushing tellsAs I ache, as a bee for honey, a hand for a gloveYou’re the man who gave friendship and loveCome to me under the sky and sing your … Continue reading My Pillar

Sweet Aroma

A lark sparrow hums gently upon the hillred clay glistens with soft rosy tonesspider webs dance with movementtears roll from disappointmentonto the lawn, watering tired grasssquirrels fight to open a bird feedersunshine shifts to brighten a lonely heartwithout blemish, only He holds the keysweet aroma comes to Himwho walks with the Father freeGod repaints the … Continue reading Sweet Aroma

Old Soul

woeful calls of the sirenbroke the silencegone were the sightseers,tourists and their trashold were her branchesmermen wore envylike a blanket of giant kelpfor the old soul that stillheld the stunning spoton the floor to their worldyearning to float in the sunon her long-aged armswhile golden scales twinkledas a beacon for their kinsmenthey would call for … Continue reading Old Soul

Fledgling

in the waking hours, I hear your breathcrusted sands of the past are in your eyesreminders of painlies that lick the dustsheets that once knew lusterstolen from an innocentdevouring me like a vulturelost, I linger like the fledglingafraid to leaveafraid to stayliving in the in-betweendying in the shadows Poem and photo by Joni Caggiano - … Continue reading Fledgling