About jftoomey

I'm many things, among which is a linguist, a therapist, a scientist, a business owner, a student, a traveller, a dreamer, a poet, a friend, a dog lover, and I'm sure other things that I'd rather not mention here.


Like a legion of ancient
Roman soldiers
suffering silence in the sun
an ancient olive grove
stands boldly, face to face
with the pressing, midday
Mediterranean heat

For nearly 20 centuries
it waits, tirelessly
for the searing star’s command
as undaunted by passing
thoughts of time & death
as it is content to thrive
putting down roots
ever deeper
at a rate of one foot more for
every passing century

Proffered trunks
like chiseled chests
stand firm
stand tall, thick
undulating limbs
dance playfully
with the shifting, sand-hewn
swords of pressing winds
outward, upward
towards the sapphire summer sky
rolling leaves viridian
on the one side
shimmer silver on the next
flamboyant tongues flicker
urging peace
with life’s rhythms
surrender to its flow
its feasts, its famines
its dawning, its dusk
in perfect symphony
they seem to sing..

in the fierce
and biting wind
dauntkessly, playfully, joyfully
like a sea of rippling silver leaves
in the sweet
and gently shifting breeze
Be quick
to make waves of joy
of rage, Bear fruit
– abundantly
then in silence, Bathe
in each and every
pulsating caress
of the glistening, fire-white
golden star

Miami Haze

A tepid, electric cyan sea splashes,
painting my sweaty knees with salt.
Chest-high, pumping,
thick black rubber hoops pull lazily
‘round a glistening pair of
stainless-steel spokes,
leading me, sluggishly
‘long a sun-poached, yellow-brick path,
one inch closer – ever
to the buoyant, airborne poet’s mind:
the one who is free;
where finally, aloft!
he soars. When,
in the time it takes
this hummingbird mind
to switch a fairy tale’s focus,
a piercing, menacing, hiss and roar
– coastline fighter jet maneuvers
rip mercilessly
through the pale blue tint of surrender,
to one blissful Miami morn’s
silky haze.