Two Poems by Liz

Soft g by Liz Johnston

Traveling the world to unearth mysteries and murder
Devious plans to overthrow a government or a lover
Solo trips unearthing her own lost loves
The author professes to write of life and loss intertwined with deception
Beckons down the cold cobblestone committing to memory the storefronts
Details daily costumes of the natives
Dangles ideas for the next character in a trilogy, as a fourth is birthed
Protagonist older than her years through losses of her own
The author searching for answers of her own
Of a recent tragedy, of mysteries to remain buried
Fodder for a fifth perhaps?
Separating fact from fiction blending too closely
Too effortlessly
Too much
Let’s settle with a soft g

 

 

Spinning by Liz Johnston

 
Spinning with the ferocity of a world in turmoil
Whirling in top-like fashion
Twisting and turning and shouting
Pushing and shoving to the front of the line, any line
Angling to get the right deal
Maneuvering an unexpected career move
Contemplating the next decade
A decade of discovery, of adventure
And stopping.
Stopping to cease all movement but for awhile
Sleeping to rejuvenate and repair
Settling into quiet thoughtful meditation
Stepping lightly through the warm summer grass
Skipping to the beat of your happy heart
Singing in deadlock traffic
Smelling the summer rain nurturing the earth
Swirling in a poofy ballroom dress
Rustling in the golden fall leaves
Padding quietly across the cool wood floor at 2 a.m.
And stopping.