The Nooning

The Nooning by Winslow Homer



The Nooning*

Ants run
on dirty plates
tossed on summer green grass
while Mom's wash fans boyish rumbles
at noon.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski


*Nooning -- a rest or meal at noon

Two Strikes

Two Strikes by Charles Dana Gibson


Summer heat, good old boys, two strikes in the ninth
peanut vapors, gritty vibes, cacophonous uproar
beery stenches tickle fate, sweat forms on the brow
Cross your heart, clench your fists, come on bring it home!
beery stenches tickle fate, sweat forms on the brow
peanut vapors, gritty vibes, cacophonous uproar
Summer heat, good old boys, two strikes in the ninth


Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Empty

The Music Room by Vilhelm Hammershoi

Empty

Empty of dulcet chords of love
fast drawn curtains deny day's light.
Clouds roam kissing edges above.
You've gone and thus defines my plight.
Music transformed to filmy night,
a sad crystallized existence.
My whimsical heart closed up tight
awaiting with love's persistence.


Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

A huitain contains 8 lines, 8 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme ababbcbc

Kicking Up

Image credit: Rick Mobbs - my four sisters


Kicking Up

Storms gather
with tides nipping shore
but sisters know how to swim
dancing in rushing waves together
kicking up inspiration
that way sisters do
holding hands.


Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Trapped

In the Black Circle by Wassily Kandinsky



Trapped

Trapped in your circle
smoked by nihilistic doom
abstract emptiness
loaded with discordant sounds
of obtuse hunger
while fragmented splotches roam
gruesome moving forms
plotting to seize my being
smothering ego
total assimilation
ignominious defeat.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Blinded

The Night Window by Edward Hopper


Blinded

I lie sprawled on concrete
like an alley cat
looking to the stars
my body iced
by frozen concentration
and Jack Daniels
eyes zigzagging the skies
like jet rockets
looking for recognition.
But my supine image
is cast in darkness by your glare
of normalcy
blasting from an electric high tech tower
hovering above me.
I'm nullified by your bombardment
and Technicolor grand-standing.
While in the meantime
I'm amazed by your oblivion.
Are you're blinded by your own bright lights?
I wish you'd keep them to yourself
so I can enjoy the stars.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Five-O'Clock Tea

Five O'Clock Tea by Mary Cassatt



Five-O'Clock Tea

She called me to her lair for tea
purring, preening, she licks her sleeve
and looks with lost brown eyes to me.
She called me to her lair for tea.
I'm sure I must, I should, just flee.
I must make plans, plans to soon leave.
She called me to her lair for tea
purring, preening, she licks her sleeve.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

The triolet has 8 lines in the rhyming scheme abaaabab. The first two lines (ab) and the last two lines(ab) are the same, as well as the first line and the fourth.

Whisper

Head of a Boy by Peter Paul Rubens



Whisper soft songs surround your face
with baby lace
lullaby dreams
innocence streams

Whose child is this white powder rose
in soft repose
sugar breaths fill
puffs airy still

My world made quiet, wondrous, clear
one joyful tear
to spy your face
and feel your grace.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

A Minute Poem:
Three stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows:
aabb
ccdd
eeff

Walking Through Wearing Black

Lady in Black on a Park Bench by Bernhard Gutmann

Walking through wearing black
I've grown accustomed to this place.
The walls are dim
neutralizing
and the ambient light grayer still.
I add to it,
gladly spreading misery.
The only glimmer comes in white light giggles
that trickle in from outside
cascading, bouncing off walls
like recalcitrant children
playing tag.
But I halt their frolic
when, one by one, they bump into me.
My black cloak sucks their idiotic smiling faces in
like a black hole
eats up stars.
We'll have no giggling light
when I'm about.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Life Maximus

Wave by Katsushika Hokusai

Surf exuberant
dancing pie-in-the-sky dreams
jockeying water
knowing the unknowable
spying beyond today's shores.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

(Tanka, no rhyme necessary.
Syllables per line: 5,7,5,7,7)

Where I Needed to Go

Many thanks to Midwest Poet for this intriguing Challenge.

When I was too young to know the way
people took me
where I needed to go
and I enjoyed the journey
as the world spun by my eyes in colors.

When I was ten
I walked the path on my own
taking it all in with wonder
and as my knowledge grew
my eyes blazed its truth in colors.

Later, I wearied of the journey
and the colors began to repeat themselves.
I tired of their hues.
I became impatient
and unsatisfied
and thought about myself
and how I lacked new colors
and I blamed those
who had originally shown me the way
for not showing me enough
and the colors blazing in my eyes
ignited.

I set people on fire
with my blazing truth.
I scorched them with my fury
and burned up everything in my path
spreading black and deadened trails.
The world spun by my eyes in darkness.

And one day I found myself alone.
Everyone had run away
and I'd burned my world down.
I was in an empty place
with my truth spent
and no spinning colors left.

So I regressed to a child again
who knew not the path
and I waited
for others to come and take me
where I needed to go.
Soon again the world spun by my eyes in colors.
As I grew older I learned
to take the path on my own again.

But this time I learned to vary the journey
and mix the colors anew into a variety of hues
to make my travels interesting
and my truth universal.
Because I'd come to realize
the hues were mine to choose
and truth was there to find.

Again the world spun by my eyes in colors.
And my eyes blazed again,
this time with wisdom.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

The Mob

The Tree of Life by Gustav Klimt


The Mob

People dashing, fluttering leaves
wasting in trees
branches askew
displaced anew

Confusion-driven winds of doubt
chaotic bout
of subterfuge.
Said tree shall lose.

Drained of life, branches that rattle,
senseless battle
with bitter leaves
wasting in trees.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski



A minute poem: 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows:
aabb
ccdd
eeff

Blue Lake Rhapsody

Mallard Duck by John James Audubon


Blue Lake Rhapsody

(A huitain, 8 lines, 8 syllables/line, rhyme scheme: ababbcbd)

Kings and Queens of lake waters blue
insouciant fanning display
splendid colors, every hue
among grasses green, ducks at play
fluttering quackers, sunny day
quick steps like elegant dancers
water music, nature ballet
winds strumming in violin streams.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Musical

Musical
bird chatter ribbons
wrap around me with lace bows
capturing my finely spun heart beats,
scattering them to and fro
across sparkling fields
like gum drops.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Before Storms

Two Men Looking at the Moon by Caspar David Friedrich



Before Storms

Before storms
a man stands alone
hiding deep in musings black
waiting for thunderous roars before
stepping back with eyes cast down.
Trouble knows his name
and speaks it.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Animals

Animals

Wide eyes
surrounded by
steps of grace, cry of wild,
God's beauty in animal's gaze,
pristine.

Photo & Poem Copyright JO Janoski

The Talk

Painting by Claude Monet

The Talk

Sandy beach drowned in soaking sun
mother-daughter summertime fun.
Flowered bonnets belying gloom,
mother-daughter impending doom.
Before daughter speaks, mother's won.

No ruby lips, no ankle shows.
You're much too young for all of those.
Now sit pretty. Leave me alone.
Don't want to hear you whine and groan.
You're just too young for adult clothes.

Some day you'll come, my dear, to be
a dazzling beauty, just like me.
White grace on show within your smile,
glimmering, dangling necklace style
without need for immodesty.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

My Dreams

The Tree of Crows by Casper David Friedrich

My Dreams

My dreams

soar high like crows

flee angry gnarled branches

twisted and torn by restless winds

of truth.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

Victorian

On the Porch by William Chadwick

Victorian

She's here again, quick to undo
anyone who
sings soft and sweet
knelt at my feet.

She lurks in corners of my heart
playing the part
of my conscience
moral nonsense.

Chasing away all I care for,
blasts of rancor
dispelling hearts
before love starts.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

The Steps

Die Treppe by Claude Monet

The Steps

Well-worn steps to my lady's door,

to follow would be ecstasy.

But I linger, wishing for more,

like love's musical majesty.

Not this dysphonic travesty

of lusty drumbeat violins,

but sweet melodic fantasy.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski