Brian Johnston Poet Rhyme

The Joys of Sleeping In

Awash in drunken peace of night,
Of quilts against morn’s blasphemy
We flit from flower bloom depots,
Those gentle postures of repose,
Like bees aroused to ceaseless flight
By dreams of pollen alchemy
And vats where golden honey flows.

Entanglements of arms and legs
Are Sunday crosswords to be solved,
Our pleasure fades like morning dew,
Evaporates when night is through,
As sunshine drinks dreams to the dregs.
And though our future’s unresolved,
Columbus, I discover you.

Brian Johnston
October 6, 2016

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Cona Adams October 17, 2016 at 12:15 PM This is an interesting rhyme pattern, Brian. Is it a specific poetic form? If not, perhaps you have invented a new form. Brian Johnston October 17, 2016 at 6:32 PM I belong to the "What's Next" school of poetry Cona. A poem idea frequently begins with an intriguing title and I sometimes have no conscious idea of where it's heading. I do like both rhythm and rhyme though sometimes free verse seems the only medium for a poem. My muse dictates form always.

Lenny Gazbowski October 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM Brian, an absolutely divine two verses with esoteric imagery to die for. Bravo sir ! Yes Brian, I've made my back to the Soup !

Connie Marcum Wong October 6, 2016 at 4:44 PM A delightful poem Brian. This was a joy to read! 7 ; )

Darlene De Beaulieu October 6, 2016 at 1:51 PM Ah! Yes the joyeI wake I wake of sleeping in that I did so long ago. Now I wake up early Why I do not know.I enjoyed reading your poetry.