A Clandestine Valentine

 Today we were inspired by David Duer to write Diction Poems, using relationships with word sounds and the repeating line Let’s Meet Somewhere….


A Clandestine Valentine 

let’s meet somewhere
between Tallahassee and not-a-hassle
face-to-face – no more Facebook
at the Albany Walmart parking lot
after our late-night indite to seal the deal 

let’s meet somewhere
between happily married and woefully wed
a quick tryst – a clandestine Valentine-destined
love potion – not broken –
not nine on the corner of 34th and Vine
what was yours- now mine
not red not pink not blue not green
we’ll share this love somewhere between 

let’s meet somewhere
blue RAV, white Chev
and share the love from his to hers
spouses unknowing where we’re going
yours won’t detest in the midst of divorce
mine may weep tears – a reason he fears
or smile, when he finds out about this love child 

let’s meet somewhere
and do the math – no dollars involved
you: one to zero, me: two to three
this act of love is painful- but free
I can’t wait to meet this new life
she’ll be sweet
I’ll hug her and love her and raise her just right 

…so pass me this Schnoodle pup full of delight
my Valentine baby, all mixed black and white!

12202021: A Sonnet



 Inspired by Allison Berryhill – I tried my hand at a sonnet based on a friend’s Facebook post about the 12022021 palindrome ambigram that can be read as a military date or a traditional date and all be seen correctly, and I tried to get the pulse of Iambic Pentameter heartbeats in there but there my be some arrhythmia….

12202021: Sonnet for a Palindromic- Ambigramic Non-Illusion

back, forward, upside-down and inside- out
this palindrome and ambigram inspire
reminders to us all to think about
perceptions not embedded in quagmire

the way we tell a truth is often slant
Miss Dickinson’s prophetic verses ring
conundrums help us CAN when we all CAN’T
just lift one voice in unity and sing

enigmas’ mirrors make us stop and think
perspectives shift and bend like rubber bands
the hills we’ll die on flash with every blink
when will we open eyes, heal hearts, join hands?

there’s more than just one way that can be right
try different angles for increased insight!

     -Kim Johnson

No Itinerary

 


No Itinerary

Those midwinter weekends 

of no plans ~

just the two of us 

sandwiched between the dogs 

are better 

than any summer picnic

on a crowded beach.

Floors

 


Floors

Not long after I had arrived 

at work 

the news came in your silence

after my hello. 

She was gone. 

I rushed to meet you 

there by her side ~

gray lips,

ashy skin,

completely still, 

lifeless

As we waited in silence 

for the funeral home to come 

I wondered if all this world 

is a lobby 

where we wait for a room key 

from God 

in a judgment elevator 

that dings our faith 

takes us up 

or down 

opens to a certain floor 

of works


and which floor she was on. 

The Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat

This poem is dedicated to every kid who ever found the courage to take a leap 

and anyone who ever helped it happen 

The Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat

from the high dive

of the Sea Island Beach Club

the cool blue pool

was the earth from space

we tiptoed to the end

    shivered,

      chickened-out

crept back again

careful to stay 

in the middle

down the ladder 

we lowered 

our trembling limbs

to recover

slunk across

to the ice cream stand 

averting our cowardly eyes

from the lowered shades 

of the sunbathers

mocking our courage 

but then-

then

then the tall black ice cream man

in his white paper hat

and white stringed apron

who in the mid-1970s 

could spot defeat

of every kind

took one look

and knew

just what to do

he perked up:

tilted his gaze

eyebrows raised

mouth ablaze

with a smile

flashed his big white teeth 

with a gold crown

and asked

“Two Scoops??”

of course 

he already knew

the answer


but we shyly smiled 

and nodded, whispered

“yes sir, chocolate, please”

and he bent into 

the freezer

with his metal scoop

rolled up two spheres 

of a world we 

could

dive into 

devouring it

one lick at a time

as we sat

on the vinyl-strapped 

pool chairs

in the cool shade 

to stay

ahead of the

melting drips

trickling down the cone

to the last soggy-crisp

bite of the cream-laden

cake bottom 

then

sticky-fingered

off we ran

whistle-warned 

by the lifeguard 


“Walk!”

he scolded

and the shades lowered 

again

denting our courage 

again

Mom’s head raised

from her sunbathing

at the whistle


somehow knowing


her shades, too, lowered 

eyes adjusting

peering out

spotting our 

chocolate-rimmed mouths


garnering us 

30 minutes of no swimming

for our stomachs to settle

so we dipped our feet

in the baby pool 

for forever

and waited

and waited

and waited 

until finally

her yellow and white 

gingham sunhat shifted

and she released us

and with the sure-footed steps 

of an Olympian 

we marched boldly

back to that ladder

climbed with confidence 

and strode to the end 

of that board

peeked over the edge

shuddered again

from outer space 

at the tiny speck of world below 

crept back 

to the ladder

 d

   o

     w

       n

and 

stopped

closed our eyes

turned around

took a deep breath

clenched our fists 

stepped forward

one step at a time 

then 

fueled by a double dose of empowerment

opened our eyes

looked straight ahead

and sprinted off the edge

performing the greatest 

Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat 

ever

in the history of the world 

and we knew it 

because 

from

behind the ice cream stand


we saw 

two 

black thumbs up 

Your Story



Your Story 

your story 

the who 

your life 

the you

the smiles

the fears 

the laughter 

the tears 

the truths 

the dares

the risks

the prayers

the won’ts

the wills

the valleys 

the hills 

the family 

the friends 

the losses 

the wins

the adventures 

the chases

the travels

the places 

the heartaches

the phases

the joys

the praises 

the daybreaks

the sunsets

the victories

the regrets

the plans 

the dreams

the truths

the seems

the joys 

the sorrows

the yesterdays

the tomorrows

the hurdles 

the grit

the drive

the quit 

the tables

the meals

the hugs 

the feels 

the sermons

the talks

the rides

the walks 

the hobbies

the fashions 

the pets

the passions 

the hopes 

the wonders 

the worries

the blunders

the questions 

the choices

the answers

the voices

the moments

the chances

the music

the dances

the living

the memories

the reading

the journeys

your story

the who 

your life 

the you 

An MLKJ Quote Pantoum

 


A Peaceful MLKJ Pantoum on a Promising and Prophetically Palindromic Inauguration Day 

The time is always ripe to do right. 

Whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.

Only in the darkness can you see the stars.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward. 

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. 

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. 

Never lose infinite hope. 

Live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

We cannot walk alone. 

Never lose infinite hope.

Only in the darkness can you see the stars. 

We cannot walk alone.

The time is always ripe to do right. 

Majestic Oak

 Majestic Oak

majestic oak

once a tiny acorn 

on Union Street 

in Brunswick, Georgia 

now a fortress 

draped in Spanish moss 

sprigs of resurrection fern 

proving 

dormancy is temporary 

you gather your people 

under your arms 

keep their secrets 

shade the sun 

as they 

   talk

      walk 

          picnic 

                live 

                    love 

                         breathe