Tenderness
The sunrise casts light
over dark shadows
it motivates movement
just by lighting up the sky
“Rambling Prose” POEM 10
The loss of hope in our current circumstance, is a direct reflection on our inability to trust that anything can move forward as normal. We have landed at a point where death is a commonality we are far too familiar with. We allow our lives to be used as pawns in a game of chess. How i long for the lower class to request a game change. The vanity of class imbedded in chess, gone. Replaced with the beauty of checkers. Every piece with the possibility to gain the freedom to move like Kings. No longer confined by the marginal positions of planned sacrifice. New found movements with the ability to return where it started from, better than when it left.
Let us risk our dignity and raise our voices as we shift from what has always been to what might be. The sight of imperfections, birthing hope as the ideal that perfection equals enlightenment is erased. Sinning paupers rubbing elbows with the bourgeoise, no need to hide their dreams of becoming elite. Can you see the smiles of victory now? The perditious weight generations lifted as the new game sets a level playing field. Wealth to be had & input given, received. Can you close your eyes and see the posture of a nation changed as hope is brought back and the life support wheeled away. Checkers is the name of the game!
Melt a stony heart (hour 22)
Snow are slow to melt
Lest the sun shines
The sun are wont to burn
Unless the umbrella appear
The umbrella cannot withstand
fiery force of fire
Like the gentle rain, tenderness needs no force
to melt a stony heart
Nobody, Hour Twenty-Two
Nobody
Off the map,
off the charts,
in a red roadster
on a road to nowhere.
Nothing, and
nobody (who are you?)*
would drive that red roadster
to the middle of nowhere
without bad intent:
a spent lover
to leave
on the side of the road,
or a body to hide
in the bog.
She’s somebody
in that red roadster,
pretending to be
nobody,
so the next time
she rides through
she’ll put the top down,
let the wind
play with her curls,
but on this trip,
this time,
she’s nobody.
*references Emily Dickinson’s poem I’m Nobody, Who Are You?
Hour3
When two cellos play,
two hearts unite.
Which is the song
of your heart? 💜
Music is one of the
dreams come true.
A dream that we
can dream everyday! ✨
Poem 10 – Across the country
Oh what fun it would be
A road trip across the country
With loads of snacks of all kinds
A playlist for the road
Another for the nights
A set of clothes
A bag full of treats
There’s so much we would carry,
For a road trip across the country
Just the four of us,
Oh what fun it would be.
Tenderness Lost (hour 22)
Trapped betwixt the woods and swamp
the truck is broken, stopped
like a love now stumped, bumped
tenderness began this mess
or lack of it, long after white dress
no more caress, relations either
bi-yearly, except for something other
allowed, but now an addict’s problem
eyes on screen, just can’t stop ‘em
no soft words, just anger mumbled
talking once calm, now hearing fumbled
you dare advise, when yours is marred?
Decisions she must make, but stuck
like his sputtering, stuttering truck
cares enough to strive, revive,
with tender tries
this broken thing
before love stings.
– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022
22~22
T owards the
E nd of her life
N early bereft of love
D eep in thought with
E veryone around her
R emembering suddenly
N obody
E ver really left her alone
S he realized
S he had had love all along