On Oct 21 I wrote these poems:
UNTITLED:
In the dark dwells
the husky musky smells
sprinkled with the glimmer
of the night sky
illuminating the shapes
as they writhe and sigh
moan and cry
in a bliss
be it real
or contrived they feel, so alive.
BY Lenore Johnson
UNTITLED:
Sent into a despair.
Can I stand what
I cannot declare?
Remove me
don't pursue me
Send me to a place
of neither hurt
nor care.
Here.
I just won't fair.
by Lenore Johnson
JOSEPH:
Those sad sullen eyes
grow wicked
when surprised
because they are
eerily compromised.
your long dark lashes
and deep dark skin
is there sincerity
in your smirk or grin?
What is going on within?
Is it selfishness
or sin
or perhaps
something more akin
to the turmoil
within?
by Lenore Johnson
