The Fall and The Thud… by Toni Cross



Harsh splinters grind between black teeth

A deathly sentiment hovers beneath

My enemy bites at me with a word

I’m struck down, fallen, like a bird

With the rush, with the thump, of a hollow thud

In the dust, my red blood makes bright mud

I wait helpless as a stunned sparrow

When fierce death comes to harrow

Where is He who truly sees all

That One who cares every time I fall?


Memory Closet by Toni L.A. Cross

A simple closet door

So it appears to be

But if you peer inside

Filled hangers you will see

With memories intact

All lined up in a row

Hidden in the fabric

The scent of tears, you know

Youthful smells of wishes

Of dearest heartfelt pain

Closet of true beauty

Where love has left its stain

Winter’s Near Decline… by Toni L.A. Cross


A chill runs down my spine

Blue and white combine

The ice is crystal fine

In a melting line

Hanging from a pine

I take it as a sign

Of winter’s near decline

The Human Heart… by Toni L.A. Cross

Muscle moving

 By sheer will

The heart endures

Twice its fill

Lone and braving

The dark night

The heart dreams of

Morning’s light

Titan of the

Mortal’s frame

Onward blaze and

Never tame