weep til you sleep…by Toni L.A. Cross

 

cry

cry

til you no more weep

 

fall

fall

into my keep

 

into

into

a motionless heap

 

muted

muted

don’t make a peep

 

sleep

sleep

sunk down deep

 

The Honey of the Sun: A Pantoum Poem by Toni Cross

 
drink the honey of the sun
drink deep until the day is done
be drunk with light
into the night
drink deep until the day is done
of golden wine, my bonny one
 into the night
you will shine bright
with golden wine, my bonny one
be drunk with light
you will shine bright
drink the honey of the sun

A Chipmunk Named Morning Sickness… by Toni L.A. Cross

Deep in the pit

of my stomach

a chipmunk seems

to have gotten loose

and he’s running

and chattering

and scurrying about

looking for nuts

or some such

nonsense

I try to tell him

now just isn’t the time

he’s upsetting my breakfast

and he’ll have to pay!

red thought… Toni Cross

A red, red

Train of thought

Singular strain

Never be bought

Crazy, wild

Shifty drought

Into which

I am now caught

falling from fate… by Toni Cross

sleep

slip

silently

into

internal

isolation

drifting

dreaming

dangerously

falling

from

fate