A Selection of Poems by Joan Faulkner

Blossoms of Magic


Like the Hibiscus you appear

A smile on a rainy day

Beauty to chase the blues away.

Suddenly deep inside I fear

            As the delicate blossoms fade

So must a friendship made

Leaving only an acquaintance near.


Then through a miracle in the night

            A new bloom is reborn

            A tenderness without scorn

Until the tears veil my sight.

            A pillow is all that is left

            Where once lad your chest

I awaken to a lonely fright.


Whatever your reasons for sharing

            Your kind acts and deeds

            Thoughtfulness for my needs

Magic reflections of the Biblical Rose of Sharon.


By Joan Faulkner

From Poetic Voices of America Summer 1997


The Key



Come dream with me………


As I relive this day

Rainbows, raindrops

None to stay



Come to the Manasota Key

And sit neath the stary sky

Sea breezes, surf music

Never ask why




Come tiptoe through the warm sand

And marvel at the sight

Bulky masses, fertile tasks

Turtles nesting at night



Come sip with me

As I bask in the morning sun

Wild herons, black birds

Tamed by the hand of one



By Joan Faulkner


Love has no Definition


Love has no definition

On paper, marble or stone.

Even God’s Great Ten Commandments

Fail to teach that which is born.


I know now that which is born in me,

Not created, shaped or formed;

But with the beauty of an inborn baby’s love

And the pain of the birthing scorn.


The love I feel for you, my dear,

Is not a premonition.

I know no words to speak to you.

Love has no definition.


By Joan Faulkner

From Poetic Voices of America 1989


I Beg of You


Peace, peace, wherever you are

Please return. Soften the scar.


From my porch atop a Kentucky Hill

I view the serene valley below

Where once my life, peaceful and tranquil

Softly pampered me, until now I know

The turmoil found with lambing sheep

And the agony of preventing sleep.


Across the path a robin feeds

While sparrows flutter through the branches

A nervous squirrel robs the seeds

While a country boy takes his chances

And dares to dream o city lights

Remembering one lost country night.


Fretful, agonizing, leaving, returning,

I walk across the path.

Revengeful hate and lustful yearning

I spit upon the grass

And remember you in perfumed lace

Exhausted, laying face to face.


Peace, peace, wherever you are

Please return. Soften the scar.


By Joan Faulkner

Published in ‘Memories’ Edited by Deborah Case & Sharon Derderian. 1993



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