Biography of Janine Ecks
Janine Ecks Poems
Your ghost on the horizon calls my name. My arms reach out, yanking against the chains. I cannot reach; again my will is drained... I fall, I crush your memory to my core.
Wash Over Me
One more reservation is floating away... So many I've shed now that what can I weigh? Cleansed by the lapping of white-lidded waves, Unfettered, I'm fearless and free.
The Wanton Shepherd
Such waterfalls adorn those crags Where mountains reach into the clouds. The wanton shepherd never lags In luring one to dropp her shrouds,
Dead Man Dreaming In The Dust
Dead man dreaming in the dust, You must recognize my lust. Where you've gone has no return, But I go too, because I yearn.
The Thousandth Sigh
Saw a picture of you in full color. Pastels lit your face - Shifting, contorting, life of a thousand demons Swirling beneath your countenance.
Divine grace, I cannot remember your face. Good to heal, I'd hate to feel.
White Dove's Peak
As one day I mourned my faraway love And questioned the powers that be, I looked off and saw a jagged cliff; Beyond it, the deep blue sea.
Autumn leaves rain down Painting blood across the sky My heart bleeds for you
Forbidden fruit Passion in the eye, but ever mute Sudden as a sweet caress is had and lost Intrigue flickered on
Twenty-two droplets of blood from my vein Swallowed up by this pitch-black abyss Vanish forever, a stream of me drained, An unfair exchange for death's intimate kiss.
Bread Crumb Trail
How many wads of crumpled paper Have gone into that trash can in the corner of your kitchen Twenty million words of pain Delicately crafted verse of desire
The End Of The World
The fire is creeping closer. The nova has arrived. The sun has blinked some time now; Too long the world's survived.
Legions of lies, and my logic In the face of illusion flies! Was anything true that was uttered by you Who triggered the heart's demise?
Legions of lies, and my logic
In the face of illusion flies!
Was anything true that was uttered by you
Who triggered the heart's demise?
How miserable your carousel,
Rotating parade of worms
That eat away all but your surface.
What remains? A shell. The carousel turns.