Janelle Farvour

Janelle Farvour Poems

The lunacy
And the absence of moonlight,
lying here staring at my ceiling
because I can't see the sky.
...

Because I am not cautious
I speak out of turn
And too often
Ready to jump aboard
...

It's downtown Smalltown and getting late.

The bookstore's windows are all fogged up, my head isn't clear and it's safe in here, so I go in.
...

Living things have always died because of mishaps
such as starvation or injury.

But there's another sort of death in which cells
...

A vessel motors up far away fringe,
northbound in Southeast Alaskan waters like cutting
a ribbon.
The boat moves upwards the chart and slices
...

The only place you can see me anymore: the haunted house of the Internet.
Where all the ghouls go
to their little deaths.
I nearly killed you so it is only right that you tightened
...

Janelle Farvour Biography

Schoolteacher, writer, currently being owned by two pug dogs and living in Southeast Alaska.)

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Selenomancy

The lunacy
And the absence of moonlight,
lying here staring at my ceiling
because I can't see the sky.

By the dim light of my little leaning
tower of pisa lamp-a tiny plastic architectural wonder,
with its small switch so old and functional-
I didn't see it coming.

It's the lunacy
that keeps me wondering how you are,
if you are seeing that moon again tonight, the same one
in the backyard
with the feathery tips of evergreens jabbing into it.

How crazy it was to have spied it together,
when things weren't so strained.

I think you have me staring at this ceiling
while you stare at the moon.

I think you have lunacy, too.

I want to tell you about a lunatic's sweetness,
galvanized by her belief that somehow
all this isn't her fault.

Janelle Farvour Comments

Naomi 11 October 2018

I love these poems! Ms.Farvour is the best teacher ever! She is really pretty! I love her so much! I'm her sweetheart, doll face, pretty girl, and more.

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