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Again and once more I answer:
"your heart is far to big for this place".
Poor mother of magpies,
swollen pith and crux is never secret
once they make their way between your tiny bindings.
Your pith for pithing
your crux for crucifixion.
Never forget, I slept with you offering
fastened to my arm.
In truth, I didn't;
I lay awake and spin the beads.
Rosarium of carrion birds
Hail Mother Mary Magpie.



John Yon 2009

An Ill Referenced Love

It is quite studious, in fact, to say
the night could not be better for a moon dance
or with the stars if it pleases you,
take heart of take my heart.
Speak softly and love viciously
but never in the reverse;
vicious love spoken softly can stop hearts,
a motionless heart calls for bad hymns...
or is that bloodless limbs?
Either way,
Who wants a prayer of ill symphony?



John Yon 2009

Greetings and Welcome

I have created this blog as a home for my writings. As a younger man writing was my bread and butter. As time went by and priorities changed it began to disappear from my life until sadly, it was gone all together. Finding writing once again is like finding the seventeen year old me. It's as much of a surprise the second time around as it was the first.  

"I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering" -Robert Frost