September 2024
Robert K. Johnson
choirofday@cs.com
choirofday@cs.com
Bio Note: My poems are spins on our everyday world, which has always gripped me much more than science-fiction worlds. A now retired English Professor, I taught for many years at Suffolk University in Boston. I also for several years was Poetry Editor for IBBETSON STREET magazine. I have had several collections of poems published.
Late October
The garden's last rose
has surrendered, shriveled
to more brown than red.
But I know, come spring,
new petals will open
like the tiny fingers
of a baby's fist.
Still better, if
I close my eyes,
I can see a woman
who kisses my lips
and makes time stop.
Originally published in Reach Poetry
An August Dusk
Inside the ring
of dirt-covered bricks
that surround the rose bush
lies a circle
of fallen red petals—
confetti
left
from yesterday's
parade.
Originally published in The Dawntreader
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