Buttercups with reflective cells make the sunshine upon your face. Tickling the leaves as they dance graciously upon the trees, the musing of light bringing me to my knees. Emerald eyes sipping the fragrant nectar of nature as I am smitten with the beauty of the sky. My eyelet dress barely covering my breasts brought…
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Death Toll Rising
moon slips warily inside a red envelope refusing to come out owls cough up hoots praying over owlets the sun wears blinds anoles unable to warm fire ants stinging eating tough flesh trees halt, drop leaves eggs left, nest cold birds fall, sky red in protest of the dead We continue to pray…
Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku
Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
Ukrainian Valor – My new ameri-Ku
Rivers of blood leach unfamiliar lands, prayers soaringbrother fights for brother and homeland, tears shedding, hearts breaking as we gaze upon the deaddictatorship tearing innocence, killing thousands, Americans display a flag, a sign of loss, love, and freedomUkrainians, we pray you will overcome and be liberatedRussia will lose, and Ukraine’s valor will be celebrated
Ameri-Ku: “After All These Years”
An Ameri-Ku by Joni Oh my mesmerizing love, you awaken my deep desirewith your hot hand on my bare shoulder, intoxicating smells tantalizing taste buds, our fine winewhetting our appetite for one another, toasting our love, art hanging, and baskets of light,dancing notes by Auclair-Fortin playing, my heart now swaystwenty-five years passing like a few…
We Dance For Silence
Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder…
You Are
You Are whispers of pale gold gliding over my skinspots of a fawn landing on mushroom capssighs from blue whales a thousand miles away You Are kindness of a prayer floating up to Godlaughter of a child standing in a paintinga wooden barrel full of Eastertide’s flowers You Are promises dancing on ruby colors of…
No One Is Noticing
Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect…
My Poem “Tribute to the Forest” is my first published work on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine
Disentangling my body as my spirit flows without restraintthrough the dreams of the elusive creatures of the blessed forest.My skin touches tiny petals of love that float freelyas cottonwood trees have turned the forest into a winter’s land.As their fleecy white seeds blow into my dreamland with a subtle gustreminiscent of the exquisite white feather…
Mourning Laughter, my latest poem published by Spillwords Press NYC
Closing weary eyelids, my ornamental iron doorswith too many latchesRevolving thoughts like planets in an endless orbitstealing my nocturnal peaceBreaking the painful silences with cricket songsand a chorus of spring peepersMy conscience drifts within the smoke from a scented candlethrough countless keyholes To read the rest (please vote if you enjoy my work): Mourning Laughter,…