ECHOES
rain falls on hot sidewalks
in the steam i see strangers
a child trips on her red boot
southern flannel moth emerges from a silk cocoon
like a new bride in yellow
bees drink nectar from a milkweed
lillie’s laugh, a mockingbird calls
discarded weeds wither
pruning last years garden
seedlings stand proud
tiny garden glove
life-cycles
echoes
in the black soil
Joni Caggiano is a self-published author of the book, “The Path Toward the Light.” Her blog is the-inner-child.com, where she has published many poems, photography, and short stories. Her blog is an effort to give back as a survivor as an Adult Child of Alcoholics and to also write about things she feels matter in this world we live in today. She started writing songs and poetry at the age of thirteen and have been writing ever since.
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Your poetry not only sets the stag but also brings with it sounds and smells. How do you do that? Amazing. Love your poetry and you ❤️
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Thank you my sweet friend. Your words are deeply touching to me and I am so grateful for your kind support. I love you as well and enjoy your blog very much as well. Have a blessed day. Joni
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*sets the stage, not stag. I didn’t see any animals 😁
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Your so sweet, I didn’t even notice the typo, we all have them. Sending hugs my friend. Love Joni
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Beautiful poem full of vision and perfume.
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Thank you so much. Your comment and support is so appreciated. Much love and hugs to you my friend. Love 💕 Joni
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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John you are very kind. Thank you so much for the reblog which means a lot to me. I appreciate your support. Have an amazing day. Love Joni
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You are very welcome so much. You have a great day.
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Beautiful again Joni! I often have recurring dreams from my childhood that I cannot get close enough to their underlying realities.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I don’t think you are alone in that my dear friend. Maybe that can be a good thing. I had some recurring dreams, when I was a child, that I wouldn’t want to know what they mean now. I don’t know about you but I would love to dream of flying like I use to do when I was a child and even into early adulthood. It was wonderful, I cherish those dreams. Have an amazing day my friend. Love and hugs to you. I am enjoying my cup of coffee and wondering what music I should listen to today. Joni
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