Short Tinctured Poems

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Don Johnson

Don Johnson pens from his far south berth 
insightful poems tinctured with mirth.  
Of human foibles, plights 
and Aussie nights he writes; 
all while dangling down under the earth.
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Form: Limerick


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previously
 adapted 
horizons

laden
measures
in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION
formatted
 suggested
outlined

technical
motifs
so TINCTURED
paletted
 equivalence 
strokes
Form: Other

Colors of a Wintered Life

Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid

gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton

colors. Rubicund 
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress

kerfs a hyloid 
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges.
Form: Haiku

Sunset

Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming
Form: Rhyme

Night Sweats

Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.

Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.

This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.

Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,

an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped away
for one more uncertain day.


Decidious Leaves

The xylem saps are heading south like the majestic autumn sun, deep down into their woody roots. Soon deciduous leaves will die and their exquisite lingering dissolution's will manifest tinctured, ephemeral beauty: crimsons, oranges, yellows and greens and all the subtle hues in between. A sweet, earthy scent saturates the cool, autumnal air we breathe. Then one by one each leaf succumbs to a gentle rain or zephyr descending silently to earth.
Form: Verse

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