Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Michael Lee Johnson - Two Poems

Indiana farmhouse
except old
grandfather clock
dusty corner
still all family
memories remain
hidden behind
that face.
Common Church Poem
Sitting here in this pew
splinters in my butt
I spend hours in silent prayer.
I beg Jesus for a quiet life.
Breathing here is so serene.
Sounds of vespers, so beautiful
dagger, so alone, unnoticed.
You can hear Saints
clear their eardrums
Q-Tips cleanse mine.
I hear their scandals
I review mine.
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, freelance writer, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 875 small press magazines in 27 countries, he edits 9 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American: "From Exile to Freedom," and several chapbooks of poetry. 

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