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The lady is no fool

In the dawn of the morning she dresses hurriedly
Her paramour still snores unaware that flight is imminent
She fixes her hair and straightens her clothes
Ironing out the creases.
The ecstasy of the previous night forgotten
She is off, her other needs beckon
Food to fill her tummy, his cupboards are bare
And her perfume lingers…

By Joszann St.John

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The jar that sits, on top of the cupboard by the window
Is home to some old dried up flowers
The bouquet was presented to the lady of the house some years ago.
When she was younger she had many suitors
Now in her old age
As she sits lonely looking out the window
When her memories plays tricks on her
She sometimes wonders if she made the right choice

By Joszann St.John

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A poet pours out rhymes, similes and metaphors
Like a kaleidoscope of colors and drops of purple rainbows
Radiating from his soul onto the empty canvas of a page
Painting pictures ,influencing moods and sculpting words

Each arrangement is unique and different, to be savored like fine wine
The poet takes the moments of his life
Each experience lived, new heights of meaning and attained consciousness
And creates the poem,a thing of beauty!

That speaks in an eloquent language, all by itself.
Like a tall glass of cool lemonade, on a scorching day
Elixir to dry dehydrated cells
Layers of memories and senses

Co-conspirators

and collaborators with the poet’s pen.
Courage evident in the first bold strokes
Strengthens the resolve to capture the essence
And nuances of thoughts and feelings.

By Joszann St.John

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I bless your name

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Spring fancy~

This tree outside my home is beautiful in full bloom.I wanted to document a few photos of the process,winter is gone and all of nature is fully and wondrously alive.I need to work on my photography skills lol, they are non existent.I point and click, always room for improvement.

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I’ll wait for you

I see you in sleeping waking moments
Even dreamt of you while it was still dark this morning
You appeared on the planes of my consciousness without warning
Just so suddenly larger than life
Not sure when you took up residence in my mind
You’re not a figment of the imagination
I have always known you, loved you
Though it took sometime to recognize, you
The other half of me
I ask myself how could this be?
Not having met you, yet.
I know you in my spirit
Your tastes, your touch, the small secret smiles that crease your face
Only reserved for me, my beloved!
The unruly bush of your curly hair
Those big enveloping eyes that miss nothing
I carry you with me throughout my day
In music and in song constantly
My love, given in promise
Before time, in eternity
I count the days and weeks ahead
When I’ll meet reality and look upon the living countenance of your dear face
Till then my visions and observations will suffice, though I wish otherwise
You’re my only vice
I’ll wait for you!

By Joszann St. John

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Nina speaks to me through her music.

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