MARK JOHN JUNOR
|
 |
daughters of pestilenceA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORi was sleeping sweetlytill i heard strange soundtrumpets of some deadly thing approachinga november cold wind in her eyeshe walked a shadowy figurine .. |
|
tommorow.slip.away.A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORim sitting here staring down the pastwaitin for it to flinchwaiting for something to givewaiting to hold her one more timefuture keeps slipping awaybu.. |
|
great poetsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORone of the masters could have captured this for youone of the great poets could have spoken to youwith such moving beauty as to stir your soul could h.. |
|
driftwood throneA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe sat on a driftwood throneat her feet lay the ruins of a stone manher hair a wild world of winds draws you into her hurricane eyesher lip a forest .. |
|
hoop dreamerA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORi dreamt of the carnivals caravandreamt of the wild rose who dwelt thereenchanter of strange spells under the quick moon flying in clouds high up beyo.. |
|
HarlequinadeA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORcome to stand center stagewhite garish paint on thin handthin black mask for a facehe stands in the fading lightdusty serene silences surround himwith.. |
|
the loose strandA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe wind embraces herand sends her embroidered hair to streaming like wild creatures dancing on spring breezeshe runs her fingertips along my cheekand.. |
|
sea songA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORa storm rode up slowon the sea's horizonfilling our senses with its wild windswe rode the night out passing bottle of crisp wineby candlelight while t.. |
|
her afterglowsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthere are echoes of christmas chimesin the midsummer dreamscape she has woven on our bedsheets with her photographs and pencil sketchesthere is much t.. |
|
of her pretty thoughtsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe old man pushes his lensinto the soft salt of her thoughts trying to decipher the meanings of whispered criestrying to divine the truth to the tale.. |
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This