I heard the tick, then the tock the wind blew and time moved without a sound or bright lights reliable, consistent, on the stroke like...

It's been days now with uncertain skies and gentle mists awakening me at dawn. Oh bliss, permission to enter the abyss to write a poem...

It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be Like a tree, a plant, a flower, reaching, growing, toward the sun sometimes even taking great...

My mind is blank with a million thoughts. Which one to chase to turn my beige dreams into sunbeams to move the needle even a planck...

I want to stroll and linger—cuddle close near the murmuring creek. It's just enough to see you clear to raise me high and bring me...

Lorraine Johnson In Poem with "Journey On"

"Oh, Restless Soul"—'in poem' by Lorraine Johnson.

I found myself sitting still amongst the noise outside my walls of flesh and concrete while angry hearts rule the world birds align...

Ancient wisdom wrapped in trees telling truths of time and turn, and drought and rain. Listen close and fill your cup with sun and moon,...

Full with the droplets of the tender rain falling outside my window pane, I enter into this plush and thorny life filled with...

'A New Fate' — In Poem with Lorraine Johnson

Was there a whisper I did not see, something real, something deep, beyond a stare and a cup of thee? Let me see if it flies across the...

"Enchanted" a poem by Lorraine Johnson about life's sweet embrace

A poem by Lorraine Johnson on changing shapes through through the passage of time.

A poem by Lorraine Johnson about the longing for someone.

'Ten Feet More' in poem by Lorraine Johnson explores what happens when you leave fear behind.

Lorraine Johnson's 'In Poem'—when you're not quite sure which part of the journey is the dream.

I passed the wave rolling to shore and thought I saw the sun slide behind its wall a sandy wind followed me to the rocky edge of day I...

This poem is for those who love too much.

Leaves are turning outside my pane yellow toned to awaken our brains the traffic humming with nothing to gain the world turning as time...

The wind howls in the long hours as a falling day leaves me by the open door new cold creeps into these walls with lingering sun deep in...

The day awoke gray. Quietly it took its place, like leaves sometimes do when changing their hues. When brown they linger, a bit, then...

It's been said, but still the moment is elusive.

As I roll out of bed with words fully formed I'm writing for someone, not writing for anyone As words flow from the depths of a lifetime....