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Ben Johnson Poem
A finch
Caged in a corner
Of the living room
Never allowed to sleep
on it’s own
Without having to endure
the noise
Beckoned
Whenever you
had to get the song
Out of your drink
A stream of castigation
Flowed from the bottle
If it dared to refuse
The voice you missed
from yourself
Claim it as yours
So your friends could go along
Say that you taught it
so well
Leaving your
son in the cage
So long as
you could hear it
Was that all
I was?
Copyright © Ben Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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Ben Johnson Poem
The crescendo
of love I’ve had before
Rushes through the air
The memories
Of who we thought
I overcame myself with
Lost in worship
of each other
With the irreverence
of a charlatan
Tongue-in-cheek
Until the hands
came apart
Closed alone
ending each piece
but melodies
have a way of
embedding themselves
when the music is gone
As the words fade
you forget the face
They aren’t as important
as the notes
Fueling a smile
strong enough to part
eyes closed
to tomorrow
In moments
like this
Reasons to find
the morning
Aren’t difficult
to come by
Copyright © Ben Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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Ben Johnson Poem
A faint scarlet glow
behind me
Allows me to see
the lines
Supporting me
Beyond the lines
Silhouettes fall
from the sky
Creating a gentle
rhythm to match
the winds
I’ll follow this piper
wherever he leads
A small patch of sea
below
Calm in the turn
Only to awake
in the undertow
Rippled glass
Flowing
Calls to me
Silent sirens sing
for me to fall
A slower decent
Glows from the tips
Of my fingers.
Hanging across the lines
That keep me from her.
Its ashes scatter.
Leaving to tell her
I have already answered
their call.
They boast to her,
“It is easier to deceive
when they think you are
giving something in return”
Copyright © Ben Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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