when the story ends
all the highlights told
life still goes on
the everydays
the good and the bad
repeat repeat
shadows grow longer
love grows deeper
or maybe love fades
happy ever after
sad thereafter
sometimes one
sometimes the other
when the story is written
on the pages
the life is left
to the imagination
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
i have been walking this desert
for nearly 30 days
fighting shadows
dreaming of rain
pondering questions of time
hiding my soul from demons
and now that my blistered feet
are so near the oasis
i don’t want to stop yet
even if the peace i seek
is just a mirage
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
the leaves on the trees
whisper in the wind
branches lifted in prayer
to the goddess of the sky
roots spread underground in prayer
to the goddess of the earth
as above
so below
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
a wrinkle in time
deep inside the old tree bark
another ring forms
(happy birthday to me! 😁)
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
the glow of sunset
reflected on ocean waves
a wrinkle in time
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
spring rain
tapping into the subconscious
the sound of downpour
hitting the asphalt
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
these poems fall from the stars
with the weight of gravity
even when i am in despair
words never leave me
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
throwing pebbles
into the ocean
at midnight
water approaches
higher
higher.
floating
drifting away
falling asleep
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
my darling spring
harmony of sunlight
and gentle breeze
the scent of newness
buds opening
this is what love is
always growing
tender
delicate
the quiver of your lips
my quickening breath
sweetness
these temperate days
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
it has been a while
so i walked into the den
of a psychic reader
she had cozy chairs
a plush cushioned bench
and a short-haired cat
i sat down on the bench
next to the cat
who had tan and gray
patches on his back
ears dipped in black ink
white legs and belly
i could feel energy and electricity
pass between us
we were instant friends
the psychic read me
prodding my soul
for points of entry
accurately picking at a few scabs
and dumbfounding me
with some empty straws
when it was all said and done
she finally decided i needed to spend
half a grand on a spiritual cleansing
wordlessly
the cat said
you don’t need that
i know
i telepathed back
even as I verbally implied to the psychic
on my way out the door
that i would consider it
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
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