Monday, May 31, 2010

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


Saturday, May 29, 2010

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



Wednesday, May 26, 2010

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





Monday, May 24, 2010

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

Saturday, May 15, 2010

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

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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









Tuesday, May 04, 2010

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

Sunday, May 02, 2010

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

Saturday, May 01, 2010

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