MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

lace and loves

lace and loves

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


sat lookin through the screen-doorwhile she played some spanish tune on her guitar softand the light did fade on down to the cold westleaving us by th..
pocket full of posies

pocket full of posies

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she picks up the shardsof her broken mind places them in neat arrangement of prettiest coloursgiving such names and thinks of lives they have never le..
breathed its magic

breathed its magic

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the heartbeat of the living nightbreathed its magic into my mindas she sailed into the room like fairytale of an ocean tidesweeping away all that i ha..
simple

simple

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i will not adorn thiswill not weave in images that would distractwill not fill the heart of itwith tender thoughtsi will let it speak in its own words..
pastel thinking

pastel thinking

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


pastel monotone thoughts paintan image of me in her mindcomplete with shrinkwrapand a bright smiley face stickerher eager hand sweats the dealt moment..
reflections of you

reflections of you

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she laughs as the windtakes her hair and makes it dancethe rain has just passedand the road is still dampbut she walks barefoot on the cool pavementle..
her fathers furry coat

her fathers furry coat

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her father scraped his way across the wooden floorhauling his dead weight of ragesand cursing the libel that landed him herehe paused labouring his br..
a moment with desperate beauty

a moment with desperate beauty

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her desperate beauty clings to my heartlike the wayward soul seeking shelterfrom wild winds risingalready fond of her delicate smile i collapse while ..
spanish goddess

spanish goddess

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the spanish seaside townas the sun setsis golden to the eyeand warm to the soulfull of lifeand beautydid not seek this placebut fate sought it for mes..
heart shaped wishes

heart shaped wishes

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she moves sleepheaded in the bed next to meand in the stillness of the mornings dim lighther hand finds its way across my chest and like an idle dance..