MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

a heaven struggling

a heaven struggling

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the shifting pattern of smoky sunshinein the leaves brightly green in the light overheadmake a soft sound in the edge of a warm breezebreath it in and..
beautiful loves

beautiful loves

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


feather light i drift in a dreamfeel the sun's breath on my facefloating eternal upon warm summer breezeforever between dusk and first lightthe sweete..
my tender dream

my tender dream

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


breath on...breath on for me my lovesoftly for mehope on for mebecause your more than a dream to meyour more than a flickering face in the distanceyou..
dollar cakes and crayon drawings

dollar cakes and crayon drawings

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her lucid momentswhile dozen starlings take flightthey sweep up into the free wind from pavementscattered by careless child at some gamethey roll in t..
skies in turmoil

skies in turmoil

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


far out to seadeep in wild woodsin the crisp dawn on the high desertthere are still places it can be heardbut it takes a heart to hearit takes a labor..
speaking quiet dreams

speaking quiet dreams

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a girl leaning on a posther lips carve poems in december airsunlight surrounds her like a songi watch her from the windowentranced by knowledge of her..
winter calls me

winter calls me

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


winter calls meease into the walking awaymaybe it'll all have meaning somedaymaybe it will all be clear to mewhen iv found the home iv searched for al..
your hearts door

your hearts door

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


in nightfall's grey hourlook intently into the reflectionpeer into the face looking back at metrying to find the flaw in the heart of that stranger i ..
to the magical mind

to the magical mind

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


my empty hands sprawled the healers of magical minds watch intentlyas i rush to speak all my madness thoughtsas i spill the visions and voices that co..
the best of our yesterdays

the best of our yesterdays

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the best of my yesterdaysis where i sleepthe smile that returns to meis from the loves i knewthe sunlight a little crisperthe joy a little clearerwhen..