MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

by the light of a bonfire

by the light of a bonfire

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i sit on a cold beachlooking at the night sky waiting for thousetelltale first fingers of dawn to start playing with my eyesthink bout tall the things..
country girl

country girl

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her innocent eyes askedas the sun peeked out from the rainand said hello to us in our joysand i took her hand looked deep into her eyewith a love that..
brother garcia

brother garcia

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


like a fool i rushed innow i sit in the halflight and ponder watch the crow carve a michelangelo in the sands of timewishing it could have been mekeep..
without a penny

without a penny

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the dawn exploded with a roll of thunderand her frightened face is all i saw in the flash of lighteningi reached out to her with my voicetrying to rea..
tigers in the field of lillies

tigers in the field of lillies

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the second time i found herit was in the midst of the grand staircaseshe sat at the far edge overlooking the ballroom belowwhere many a face spun in w..
moonlight was created in her

moonlight was created in her

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a rain shower fades away in memoryand the air is thick in aftermathdrenched with memoryas we lay benith the overhangher lace dress crisp against my ch..
the dry fountain

the dry fountain

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


it was in the darkness that i found herthere by the dry fountain its basin gathered the paper thin yearslike withered leaveslike soul searching writte..
tom paine cottage (part three)

tom paine cottage (part three)

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the silent witness washingher truth in the forgiving rainrinse away all the lies you convinced yourself withand hope tomorrow wont rememberwhat today ..
selfie spawn

selfie spawn

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


selfie spawnthe animated man moves with languid effectagainst the scattered clouds of the sky far overheadhe walks at a slow stumbleon the oil stained..
the morning tides

the morning tides

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her ashen eyes hypnotizethe crisp summer wind catches mei am not stirred from my place at her sidedeep in thought she twirls a braid of her hairand i ..