Jason Johnson Poet Free verse

Simple Spring Showers From My Fathers Cabin

Fast, always too fast as it hits the roof
spills , pours over eaves
and the wisteria suffocates

playground jacks
scatter across laughter’s  single
cloud of grey white light.

Arms rest  on a splintered shelf
keeps the life outside,

i press a tiny index finger 
write a coded breath note
against the single pane
                 clutched with water varicose veins;

can it see me smile from my chest
lay its softness across 
                dogwood blossoms

concentrate to hear them feed.
A final kiss of spring clings to her
slip, reveals a true body 
               out of grammar into new flesh;

if I too tilt back my head,
open my mouth,
funnel in rain,
become the springtime blossom,
will I drown?

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Sharon Winter March 22, 2009 at 6:45 AM Wow. You have magnified the memory of a spring shower, and so incredibly well I must say! We have Wisteria in our yard and once it starts growing it takes over all the trees. You caught my attention in your very first verse and each one after completely outstanding. Love, Shar

Carolyn Devonshire March 21, 2009 at 4:04 PM We can see and hear the showers you described so vividly, Jason. Well done!

Christopher Higgins March 21, 2009 at 3:08 PM Another brillaint write...This poem is loaded with images and they make the poem read magnificently....each line tells a story..the ending is wicked..it could be a poem all by itself...open your mouth..funnelling in rain..becoming a springtime blossom...wow..terrific writing.