MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

creatures of dawn

creatures of dawn

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


do not delaydo not fall behind for we must hurry nowthe dawn she breaks on the eastern seaand day must not catch us must not see the light in our dark..
sundown for the foolish

sundown for the foolish

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the folded mansat creasing the edges of his wallet sized heartand stared off into the romantic nightfull of lovers embracing and others who silently w..
bus-stop girl

bus-stop girl

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


inside my head smilebecause shes my bus-stop girlshe has sunshine in mind and clouds on her wallsshe sleeps with rainbows and laughs rainher heart are..
of thistles and velvet

of thistles and velvet

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


caught in a dark romance of shadowsshe said she could taste a wilderness of tearswaiting just beyond the soft candlelightand she just couldn't face it..
treeline

treeline

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the trees give way to large open spacewith a road running its centerfields of wild grass and shrub border its sidesabove the sky has forgotten the sun..
happier rabbit

happier rabbit

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the happier rabbit drenched in sweat the language of his contorted face pulls at mesomething approaching repentance in his fuzzy eyesbut trickster he ..
winter's monday horses

winter's monday horses

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


winter's monday horses unfold in the simplicity of muscular ambitiongracefully these earthly creatures contemplate asphalt flowersthey are flawless in..
cheesecake smiles

cheesecake smiles

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


this hour brave face come forththe nervous thunder of heart beating wildlyits grandeur thoughts race tosee all the possible and believe all the improb..
sunsets on the open sea

sunsets on the open sea

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


slip into spectacular visions of the wonders the world has shown me sunsets on the open sea sunrise on the vast silence of desert slip into the hearts..
two insane birds

two insane birds

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


he hungers for the fruit of the vinehe thirsts for the supper of the earthhis blue skies face crumbleswhen he sees the dead fieldfragments of his brav..