Smile

Smile
...a poem for the sycophants

Smile at me,
lips upturned with vague
intentions
denying
your fervor, loyalty, love.
Your mask is slipping.

Copyright 2011 JO Janoski

On a Spring Morning

Across emerald lawns

sunshine stutters through

fan dancing leaves

making music ...

while the birds sing

in perfect harmony,

and it's all so gentle

it makes my heart leap

in sublime appreciation

for something so rare.

 

Copyright 2011 JO Janoski