Cold Gray by Michael Lee Johnson

Below the clouds

forming in my eyes,

your soft eyes,

delicate as silk warm words,

used to support the love I held for you.

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Cold, now gray, the sea tide

inside turns to poignant foam

upside down, separates-

only ghosts now live between us.

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Yet, dream like, fortune-teller,

bearing no relation to reality-

my heart is beyond the sea now.

A relaxing breeze sweeps

across the flat surface of me.

I write this poem to you

neglectfully sacrificing our love.

I leave big impressions

with a terrible hush inside.

Gray bones now bleach with memories,

I’m a solitary figure standing

here, alone, along the shoreline.

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Michael Lee Johnson, from Itasca, Illinois, is a poet and freelance writer and small business owner of custom imprinted promotional products and apparel, Advantage Marketing and Promotions. He is heavily influenced by: Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, Leonard Cohen, and Allen Ginsberg. His new poetry chapbook with pictures, titled From Which Place the Morning Rises, and his new photo version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom are available here. The original version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom, can be found here. Also check out the new chapbook Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems or the 2 previous chapbooks available here. Michael has been published in over 23 countries. He is also editor/publisher of five poetry sites, all open for submission, which can be found at his website. All of his books are now available on Amazon and Borders. You can also find Michael Lee Johnson reading his work on YouTube. Email Michael. He has audio MP3 poems available and is open to interviews. Follow Michael Lee Johnson on Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace.

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Editor’s Note: Please continue praying for Bennett, and prayerfully consider contributing to the  Compassionate Creativity fundraiser happening this month. Let’s find this little boy a home!