This
painted cat
on
my balcony
hangs
in this sun,
bleaches
out
it's
wooden
survival
kit,
cut
short-
then
rots
chips
paint
cracks
widen
in joints,
no
infant sparrow wings
nestled
in this hole
beneath
its neck-
then
falls down.
No
longer a swinger
in
latter days, August wind.
Michael
Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual
citizen of the United States and Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer,
amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. Mr.
Johnson is published in numerous publications, his poems have appeared in 35
countries, he edits, publishes 10 different poetry sites
Dear Michael,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your contribution. You really 'painted' a picture with this poem. I love it.
Best wishes,
Inge
very well-written
ReplyDeleteMichael,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this well-written delight. Continued blessings to you!
Beautiful interview. Continued blessings to you both!
-MJ
www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com
I enjoyed your work!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on a swinger Michael
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