the mirrors image is telling me
to focus on health and priorities
to take care of myself and maybe eat
I have no clue what's wrong with me

In the darkness of night.
Ink flows a silent delight.
Quill scratches, whisper's low.
As words pour forth, secrets grow.

Sighs of sorrow, joy and pain.
Etched deep within, every page.
Stories born as emotion's flow.

In the stillness ink's, voice whisper's.
Tales of love, of dreams on fire 🔥.
A midnight sigh,a heartfelt cry.
Ink's darkness, words touch sky.

A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.

In the wildest place,
my mouth stopped with stars,
I came to the end of words;
the parched mint, bitter
paper plank

where I lost my balance,
on one foot teetering
along that roadway where gold-
flashing fireflies stand effortlessly
on air

to send their fragile signal
out,
every night a nocturne
of one less
til I and the last firefly

danced alone
in the wildest place
sending our last ignition
out
to find our kind

or else fall quiet
and one
with the wild that
will neither be spelled
nor known.




©joyannjones June 2023

today, i wore my perfume
in case you’d come,
in case you’d hug me
and tuck your head on my neck,
kiss me on my forehead
so i won’t have regrets
—but you never came
i hoped, what a shame.

Rejection
With a side of
Self torture
It’s no one’s fault
It didn’t work out
You quietly ignore
Today as before
Not even sure
If you can see the door