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Chased mercilessly
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
of fear
oozes out
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the still static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
coupled with
ragged spirits
that desperately
haul hope north
safe haven
on strange soil
still dark hours
away
Copyright © April Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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My heart scans
for a familiar face
through throngs
of strangers
as they scatter
pell mell
around me
eager shoppers
casing brightly lit
sale stuffed store fronts
while seduced
by the siren song of fresh coffee
coupled with
sticky sweet cinnamon buns
suddenly
the bitter fact
swallows me
whole again
you no longer reside
anywhere
outside
of my dreams
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can't really reach You
anymore
everything is
disappearing
our old arguments
as well
bits
just drop away
everyday
naked fear left behind
strangling your mind
normality already
a thing of the past
I am not sure
when it happened
crept up slow and stealthy
this drawn out
goodbye
not knowing
when my cameo role
in your heart
will fade away
to nothing
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on waves of
sheer exhilaration
for those summer
worn bodies
hungry for horizons
enveloped in
colorful palettes
fall is courted
with the best
of intentions
clearly
a moody lover
who year after year
whispers goodbye
in piles of leaves
among rapidly
vanishing vistas
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I planted hope
by the bathroom window
last year
yellow soundless bells
were doomed to fail
with no
drainage holes
they drowned
in rustic pots
leaving the jasmine
to claim their sun
Copyright © April Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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Not winter
Not spring
Just a crazy weather thing
Daffodils already playing
Show and tell
Early pollen
makes my eyes swell
Riddles still a plenty
Will next month
bring
Some sneaky Snow
In its wake
Seems only the heaven’s
Know
for goodness
sake
Copyright © April Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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