I have raised far more than razed, the dead At night they call and I must heed, the deep Necromantic dread. For none who lived and Recall the life which brought them sorrow Are content with ash and soil, threatened By the afterlife’s turmoil. And…
Tag: poems
Hour 7 – Where Did Time Go – Image Prompt
Maybe we had love wrong Maybe just a little. It’s not the heart pounding Butterflies in your stomach Feeling that we had when we met The anticipation of your lips on mine For the first time Maybe it’s not the hand holding The dates and…
Hour 7 – Restaurant Steak, No Ego – Text Prompt
Look at this meal, Look at it, a wonderful meal, all for me A feast fit for a king! Here with you, honoring you with my presence, You are also wonderful though, what with your face I guess So let’s bask in the moment together,…
Hour 6 – Dog Birthday -Image Prompt
A pup on the sofa Today’s its birthday It doesn’t care, but happy birthday Pup on the sofa Smiles at the camera It just wants to eat the cake Mom put on the counter A pup on the sofa A moment so pristine The minute…
Hour 6 – The Past’s Echo is Hope – Text Prompt
Dear Dawn, Look at yourself now. You used to be so shy, and I suppose you still may be but you’ve taken the time to grow. You aren’t the same Dawn, you aren’t the awkward little teen I used to know. You used to pick…
Hour 4 – In the Eyes of the Law – Text prompt
In the Eyes of the Law What are you doing that for? Aren’t you afraid of being caught? Remember when this happened last time Now it repeats what history forgot! Even as it changes, small details here and there Variations through the ages Exceptions to…
Hour 2 – Spider Plan – Image Prompt
Do you think I’m the kind of person Who has a plan and makes it happen? When weaving a spider’s web, do they think it out? Or do they just start walking, while leaking A fine gossamer line from end to end of a corner…
Hour 2 – Solstice – Text Prompt
Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…
A Place I Call Home – hour 24
Writing poetry alone is a place I call home with springboard to bounce words on. – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21 (Reverse Haiku – yeah, I did it!)
Boastful Wisdom
Leviathan— scales of pride A Serpent of Wisdom That one can bind While loosening his freedom Tugging a sea serpent along Boastful wisdom he reveals Sometimes in a small song Showing exactly just what he conceals