Зник (Disappeared)
written by: Joni Caggiano
@theinnerchild1
grief falls from my pocket
puddles of barren moments
bloody dolly circles a filthy drain
laughter, and love in a gilded locket
dangles deep between my cold breasts
captives of war, our daughter’s voice dead
snow dusting hate, birds swallow their songs
my stars, my compass, they were my only home
bodies connect like roots in Bucha’s massive grave
smother whimpers of my dying spirit, so many yet brave
Joni Caggiano
Joni's blog is Rum and Robots, where she publishes poetry, photography, and short stories. Take a look at Joni’s work in Spillwords Press NYC, Vita Brevis Press, The Finest Example, The Tiny Seed Literary Journal, I Write Her – The Short of it, MasticadoresUSA, MasticadoresIndia (regular contributor), and The Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her work has been included in the following anthologies: The Sound of Brilliance (The Short of It Publishing, Volume 1 2020), Inner Eye (Poets Choice, 2021), and It’s Not Easy (Poets Choice 2021). Joni received an honorable mention in Gabriela Marie Milton’s (Amazon #1 Best Selling Poet) Short Prose Contest. Joni’s blog is an effort to give back – she is a surviving Adult Child of Alcoholics. She is a retired nurse and paralegal who feels a strong kinship with nature.
Latest posts by Joni Caggiano (see all)
- School’s Out Early - June 1, 2022
- Зник (Disappeared) - May 16, 2022
- Dance of Spring - March 20, 2022
