A Poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Inside This World Zipped

 

I ‘m inside this world of silent creative space

within a zipped up tube of words

within the darkness I crawl

from my vocabulary.

I look on the walls of night

looking for an exit.

I look through the crow in the darkness,

the gray on the bark of the willow tree,

serve as my lantern out of here.

Wayward are the gray clouds

I can’t see I toss my faith upon.

Wild horses of creativity form

lines, stanzas, poems with

and without form.

It’s here I beach the darkness

and the conclusion in the end

and the final lines that allow

you to envelope me between

my screams and creativity.

 

 

Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, freelance writer and small business owner of custom imprinted promotional products and apparel: www.promoman.us, from Itasca, Illinois. He is heavily influenced by: Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, Leonard Cohen, and Allen Ginsberg.