Friday, June 24, 2011

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

Friday, June 03, 2011

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