Janet Doyle

Janet Doyle Jul 2023

There’s a sparkling in your eyes,
And tonight I’m feeling fine,
Watch the stars dazzle the skies,
Through another glass of wine,
Let’s celebrate the days of old,
We can raise a toast of ***,
I’ll recite their glories told,
And dream of the days to come,
But of this I’m well aware,
That tomorrow comes too soon,
With just ***** crystal clear
We could live upon the moon,
Will you join me for a dance?
Of adventure mixed with gin,
A discovered dark romance?
And I think we should begin,
To find a moment lost in time,
Forgotten long and far away,
Where the zzar is causing rhyme,
And that’s how I went astay,
But I know that now is real,
Though my hearts in full eclipse,
It’s this longing that I feel,
To taste the Absinthe on your lips.

JHenry

Janet Doyle Jun 2023

In a Wink

There comes a darkest night,
A destruction of the soul,
When answers aren’t in sight,
It’s time to play the fool,

So if you really have to know,
You must reach out to grab it,
Are you brave enough to go?
To follow the white rabbit,

And what is it you’ll find?
A dream lost in a dream,
A dying of the mind,
Heralded by a Banshee’s scream,

An illusion lost in time,
The limelight downward cast,
A mirror reflecting rhyme,
The future of the past,

Or a vision prophecy,
Only when you dare to try,
Only if you dare to see,
Through the gypsy’s evil eye,

And it’s best to risk it all,
As the heart knew all along,
To the phantom’s deathly call,
Or the siren’s deadly song,

Now at long last I’ve arrived,
Or mayhap just what I think,
It’s the wisdom I’ve contrived,
From the Jack O’ Lantern’s wink.

JHenry

Janet Doyle Mar 2023

Hope

The heart is fearless,
The soul returns,
The mind will quiet,
True wisdom learns,
And contradictions,
Can both be true,
It’s paradoxical,
It’s me and you,
It’s going toward,
What dreams may come,
It’s stumbling forward,
Not nothing, some.

JHenry

Janet Doyle Feb 2023

Gloaming

The full moon shining, white as death,
A sunset bleeds into the night,
The horizon calling, catch my breath,
There’s always something out of sight,
Dare I venture? no other way,
The only things I know for sure,
Is night will come, after the day,
My restless heart is wanting more,
And I’m to follow, winding trails,
Dark as pitch and ebony,
Never surrender, there are no fails,
And there is no other path for me,
A solemn prayer, my only friend,
Fascinated by the gloaming,
To wander further, until the end,
Through the darkness ever roaming,

JHenry

Janet Doyle Feb 2023

Thoughts of Pain

I keep coming back to the same question. What do I do with all this pain?
It’s ******* everywhere! It fills my house, and it’s spilling out of every opening, and it’s lying all over the ground everywhere I go.
Since over the years, I’ve been asking the forests to hold it for me, and I’ve sunk it in lakes and I’ve tucked it under the rocks. I’ve spread it out along the city streets, until the shadows and doorways were all full to bursting.
I’ve put it in all sorts of containers and oddities until the pockets of my soul and heart are all bulging and torn.
I’ve put it in drawings, and creativity, and I’ve used it as ink for so many poems and narratives.
I’ve recycled it into love, and compassion and understanding.
But still there’s more and finally, I’m out of room. And now it’s everywhere! It’s just ******* everywhere!
I have a thought
Maybe instead of hiding it or trying to lose it, I gather it all back up. I compress it and mold it.
Walls separate so that won’t work, and it’s the wrong material for stepping stones or stairs. It’s too itchy for a blanket and too unflattering for a cosmetic.
But I think that pain could make a fine shield, etched with the sorrows that came before, and painted with tears. Used to deflect more of the same, but to leave my strong hand free, so I can still welcome the future.
But what a job that is going to be,
I better get started.

JHenry

Janet Doyle Jan 2023

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A discarded cloak, a painted mask,
Thrown carelessly upon the embers,
I looked away, and I didn’t ask,
The axe forgets what the tree remembers,
A line was spoken, so out of place,
Breaking the silence that should of stayed,
A movement forward, to see your face,
Entangled emotions, poorly played,
Tears of sorrow, but of little use,
Are glistening on the bonds untied,
The rope I threw became a noose,
Wrapped about the words you lied,

JHenry

Janet Doyle Jan 2023

No More

The highwayman came riding and he knocked upon my door,
And how my eyes did brighten, I’d not seen his kind before,
Returning from adventure, his blue eyes twinkled so,
His golden hair was sparkling, his rapier sat low,
The evening sun was setting, brightest crimson was the sky,
I knew that his quick hello would soon be a goodbye,
For his smile was full of mischief as I opened up that door,
And his slim form slid right past me tracking mud upon the floor,
The stories he was telling made my spirit lift and fly,
Then the sorrow that came after as he bowed his head to cry,
For friends he’d lost and failures just as many as the wins,
And how there is no telling if the adventure ever ends,
The highwayman left riding as I closed the heavy door,
And I just can’t shake the feeling, I won’t see his kind no more.

JHenry