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

The Ancients

Wounded heart dangling in a hundred pieces, from gifted ancient treesWhere others have ventured for centuries, to weep, over Egypt’s Red SeasHer dying algae turning the blue-green waters to scarlet, the color of deathHues of the sunset rise with my embers towards heaven’s vast floral breathMy lonely aching soul, did awake a heartless, hurt spirit, … Continue reading The Ancients

Wedding Day

Staring at an unfamiliar image in a mirror, she no longer recognized her reflection. Deep wrinkles creating a widespread and complex map of time. Once journeyed heartrending pathways creating deep etches in her skin like an unearthed and yet once known cavern, which yearned for discovery, love, and peace. Her diminishing and twisted leathered skin … Continue reading Wedding Day