SUNDAY MORNING THUNDER STORM Storm clouds gather. The sound of thunder is distant, but I can feel its growing churn in the air. Restlessness grips me. The [tick] [tick] of the battery-operated clock lulls me into a passive state. The mark of time standing still in that instant. Outside the musty dirt-smell of the rain grows; dots of
The wind combs my hair. My radio blares the beat. Speeding through the black night, I want to fly free like the wind, Lose my cares, forget my woes. I dream of another me, Another time, another place, Without labels or boxed in. Not in a perfect world, That would not change me or make me grow, I need
Photo purchased from Big Stock Photo—An attractive young teen mid-air, falling (or flying) with hands and head first. On a white background. by McIninch c By Juneta Written 021094 I slipped, I stumbled, I fell. I learned my lesson very well. I reach, I jump, I leap. I’m not going to land in the same ole heap. I skip, I hop, I
*Photo purchase from Big Stock Photo—butterfly sitting on grass with dew drops close up on the background spider web by volrab vaclav c By Juneta January 25th, 2002 Whirling, Black cancerous void, Ravenous, Gnawing hunger, Greedy soulless cur, Falling, Falling, Falling, Sinking depths, Lost, Empty hollow pain, Resonates, Involuntary screams, Returned echoes of silence, Mortar wounds of absence, Cavities of isolation,
*Photo purchase from Big Stock Photo—Majestic sunset in the mountains landscape. Overcast sky before storm. Carpathian, Ukraine, Europe. Beauty world. by Leonid Tit By Juneta c 2009 My pillow is the cloud As I dip my feet in the sea of heaven I stand alone on the edge And stare into the forever blue .. .. My soul cries to unite Yet I
Make me feel, but don’t consume me. Hold me close, while allowing me to roam free. Look inside and know me, without trying to change me. Touch me, but don’t critize me. Know my joy, but don’t try to cage it. Watch me fly and soar with me, But don’t clip my wings or try to control my course. Cradle
IN QUIT CAT’S OPINION By Juneta Key 2008 My history is long and ancient. I was once revered as a Egyptian god. My blood lines are aristocratic. I am a skilled hunter. My nature is wild, independent and sensual. I am a creature of
