The Poetry of Joan Cavanagh Manning
Florida State Poets Association
From the darkness of the times,
the chill of fear, the haze of hope
and the sigh of faith,
heaven had turned off all the stars but one.
A single point of special light
caught a lonely eye.
A nova struck in the deep French night,
so brightly fierce and beautiful,
yet so constant as the sun,
that it took sixty years to fade.
JOAN became serious about poetry in the 1980s. She is a retired graphic artist and designer and now draws mostly in
words. She has four grown children, four grown grandchildren and nine great grandchildren. She comments that it is great to
have her poems on a forum such as this so that her family and friends will know that she doesn’t just watch TV all day