Joanne Teague Poems

Beguiling eyes. Stains of wretchedness.
A stone-cold disguise. Facades of decadence.

No wonder we only exist.
...

This ray of light your seeing's
a spotlight that's deceiving
you into thinking
there's no
...

As the day ends,
and the night fades in...
As the moon shines,
and there's gentle wind...
...

It's tucked in your bed,
where you've wound this thread,
Sown into cavities
where hearts do beat.
...

A serenade
for the remains
of a love
so tragically
...

The path suddenly narrows,
as it is revealed,
so clearly
that unconditional love
...

He is the spark of every beginning,
and the shadow of every end.
The sentinel. The door.
The moment to defend.
...