Jon Mychal

Tag: poetry

  • Room With a View

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    Room With a View Head back, eyes slowly opening… The plaster swirls float above timeless crown moulding like chunky clouds gently being ushered along by unseen breezes, or in a mirror effect, reach as whitecaps do, moved by silent tides: As above, so below… Polarized, yet equally reminiscent of the fallen leaves this autumn; fitting…

  • Reflections from the ether

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    Reflections from the ether Under an orange light; a kick away from the suspension bridge — this is where the young and hopeful love-struck circle, looking for the perfect spot to park their passion. My companion — my friend — looks to the west, growling uncertainty at the carousel of lights which are disturbing the…

  • MYSTICAL

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    MYSTICAL Dowries and teardrops, passed down as pearls; Ribbons and sunsets for aspiring romantics… Girls… and the women who steal them — the lavender swirls take form as birds… then fly to their mark. Yet still remains the innocence of cast and hue — my coloured moods: shades befitting the gold that is you. The…

  • Flashback

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    I’m on the subway – it’s 1981 again: the Slav reads – it’s ‘Magic’, I did, too, after night shifts at Yonge and Eglinton. This must be the same train; it’s trademark wiggle loosening some memories… But now, it has more character – I’m convinced I rode in this exact car when Reagan was shot;…

  • Creep

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    Creep   While you read my letter, I killed a spider, who casually tried to outwit a writer. Not for profit; nor for sport, it’s simple goal I meant to thwart; but merely because it looked like you: those wind blown hairs and eyes pale blue… And as we spoke, your voice did flutter, while…