The Boy (Busted)

Eyes of worry,

those tiny dark universes,

hover over words

that clamor 

like horses at the gate

to be set free.

But he restrains them 

into orderly blocks.

Oh, so orderly,

with pauses in between,

such artful interludes,

each phrase thought out 

before spoken well

as though good diction

could save his soul.

It just might.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

He Was

He Was

He was a flute to my violin

lucid, clear, piping through

my wailful strumming

interrupting my discordant shrieks

with tones of wisdom.

He was thick, rich cream

smoothing my black coffee panic

making each gulp 

palatable and smooth

with his silky intonations.

And now, he's a ghost who hovers

lingers, whispers, warns

reminding me I'm whole at last

because now we speak freely.

Kindred spirits always do.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

Emeralds of the Morn

Emeralds of the Morn

Leaves like emeralds 

glitter each day

rushed by God's benevolence

to quiver in excitement 

and glow in the light 

of early morning blessings

in His name.

Photo & Poem
Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

Reveille

Reveille

If starlight came wrapped in song

or soft winds rushed to murmur,

would it move my heart so much

as a tiny bird's reveille

outside my window?

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

Hovering

Little towns

with wide streets smiling

graced by tall trees hovering

over little secrets, tiny lies

whooshing through tall tree branches

like birds on the fly

out of hell.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

The Swimming Hole

The Swimming Hole

Mountains sing chorus

while breezes strum alto songs,

tones cradled in clouds.

Baptismal waters rushing

downward, pristine, clean

smoothing cliff sides, making love

in bubble rushes,

cleanse me, sooth me, sing out loud

sweet circling waters,

transmutation blues scream fest

spinning water ripples round.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

The Dog's Life

The Dog's Life

(A Perfect Day)

Walking green grass nature pathways

stopping to sip from velvet streams,

they cleanse, they cool, they make me stay

and rest perchance set free my dreams.

I hear his call or so it seems,

home to sleep in dogged pleasure

where cushioned comforts make more dreams,

happiness beyond all measure.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

I Spied a Violet

I Spied a Violet

I spied a violet 

as soft glowing sun

warmed its petals...

in green dewy grass

on a morning long ago...

which I consider

a miracle.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski

Promises

Promises

Sweet dream promises,

soaring on butterfly wings,

streaming clouds of hope.

I spy gracefulness at play

fluttering out of my reach.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski