The Rose Series: Nowhere

They always travel


in the darkest

of night

to steal

her pink roses

Leaving their

black blood

on her soldier thorns

They never remember

what she knows:

There are no ghosts

in daylight

Only a trail of

velvety petals



(c) Janni Styles


Small Comforts

At first there is a pang in your heart, a pang so wrenching you believe it will never go away. You look around and everything reminds you of her. A sea shell she gave you, a note she wrote, a tote bag with angels flying on the sides in a beautiful tan and blue tapestry of olde she completed just for you. You hope she is flying high with the angels but you wish she was still here. Being reminded hurts so much you pack up all the pretty triggers in cardboard boxes. Then you move and rediscover everything she ever gave you as you unpack the boxes in your new apartment. Somehow, in the time that has passed, the hurting has diminished. Looking at her gifts no longer hurts so much. Instead, they become a comfort. You even start saying good morning to them and when you have your bed time camomile tea, she is there with you, surrounding you with her small comforts before you sleep and, perhaps, get lucky enough to be gifted with another dream time visit from her.

(c) Janni Styles

Wings of Time

weather changes, leaves fall

birds leave, south calls

time rolls

life tolls

not enough time for it all


minds change, pages turn

books open, the open learn

love matters

hate shatters

all lines are earned


cold enfolds, wisdoms recline

poles held fast, resistance defines

peace eludes

brash denudes

there just isn’t time


spring will warm, sun arrive

for the seekers, those alive

leaving behind

unkind minds

those too frozen to revive


skies move, birds return

mankind repeats, some learn

life blinks

death winks

humans only get one turn


(c) Janni Styles