The Rose Series: Tarnished

once trust is soundly breached

there is no timely repair

rivers of roses never enough

to get you both back there

once your love is violated

by those possessing fork tongue

no apology will ever suffice

what’s been said is done

please keep your tarnished roses

give them to someone else

I deserve the purest flowers

you never deserved myself

(c) Janni Styles


The Rose Series: Just Like That

I wrote you a verse one night in my dreams

I wrote of a love bursting out at the seams

Your face and mine touching

just like that

I called your name that night in my dreams

I called your name until it echoed as screams

Your heart and mine inched closer

just like that

Your hands reached for me last night in my dreams

You wrote my name out in black ribbony streams

Your script broke my rhyme

just like that

I am not yours anymore yet more complete now it seems

Living life sweet with roses, no more false promise schemes

Your poem frozen permanently out of my heart

just like that

(c) Janni Styles

Soul Murmurings

"Daisy chains of time... were they meant to be broken... or were they meant to hold us together, strong and united... never alone... fastly bound by mutual agreement... forever friends."

There is a humming
Deep within my soul
That resists my name
Of old
There is a grassy
Blanket smell of dank
Cancelling out
The cold
Against my back
The earth revolves
And I exist
I’m told
Cloud Angels gather
Tending, then fleeing
Swift glitterings
Of gold
Centered daisies wee
At grassy forest intervals
Never far
Never alone
My friend weaves sweet
Of these, a fairy coronet
To encircle the mane
Of one
I know these crowns well
Brown leaves cling to my hair
Reminders of my sojourns’
Song unsung
Yesterday the tune was joy
On lyrical journeys afar
Yet my gown is ever-pressed between
Two stone
Grains of here and now
The home I long for, still
While drops times turning orb
Of sun.
© June 5 2011


A little fearlessness...can carry one a very long way.

Neither the white
blonde hair
Nor the
Over a mini
From the others.
Nor is it
her walk –
A stride so springy
Thin legs threaten to run
Nor is it her eyes –
Eyes sparkling so
you feel the energy
in passing
So much that it
steals your breath
for a heart beat.
And you marvel
at a woman of
To find
for just a little of
(c) 1997