Monday, 21 May 2018

A Poem a Day (73): Skin-frame


A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/


Skin-frame
Stickman walking,
Take a bow,
Laugh to your audience,
Wink and strut
Like a peacock wafts
His feathers high,
Pride quickening his fall.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2017

Sunday, 20 May 2018

A Poem a Day (72): Learning time

A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/




Learning time

I am here where the lesson begins, waiting
For a subtle cue, a clue to be said.
Here upon the morrow there will be time
For us to understand each and every
Event; what didn't and what did happen;
To pretend to know the cruelty of
Forgetting. Seconds are but seconds,
And they pass; fleeting flaccid papers
Blown into the air, twisted into the ether
Until caught by birds and turned into song,
To be revisited upon the human ear.


Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2018




Friday, 16 March 2018

A Poem a Day (71): Look!


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.

Look!

Waves, mountains, flowers, rocks,
A set piece we can readily disregard,
Aimlessly wandering our streets with
Scant regard. Mesmerised by our phones,
Nodding heads, muttering beneath our
Breath, never noticing with whom we collide,
Like blind men following; mice racing
Around our little cages, stumbling into the
Gutters over life. This selfie rocks me, this
Total makeover, splice of tune, the shock of
A moment savoured read this news, revel
In this fake news; see this vision, yes shes
Naked. Who are you? Who am I? We collide
Here, not noticing. I graze your hand so close
Yet you dont even look up, so intensely
Following what youre reading, what youre
Staring at what youre not looking at is life
And its passing you by, winning the race,
Leaving you way behind, whistling a happy
Tune, the accompaniment of your boredom,
As you stumble into the road and oncoming
Traffic.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 16, 2018

Saturday, 10 March 2018

A Poem a Day (70): F47


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.


F47

It’s breaking, this stasis,
Where we are caught,
Demanding a reckoning
Beginning on an equal
Footing – respect, a full
Consideration of who we are.

We have this right,
As you have always had it,
Despite the way you try
To hold us back, hidden away,
Controlled and rejected. Yet
I pity you, pity this idle need to
Erase us. Are you so weak
That you need to call us so?

We are the same, think the
Same, breathe the same.
Cut us open and you will
Find the same. My heart
Beats the same rhythm.
Yet, in a way I am higher
In not seeking to deflate,
Push you down, demoralise
In conjuring up excuses to
Annihilate your identity.

I am me, and you are you,
And I know who I’d rather be,
Into and beyond equality.


Vickie Johnstone, March 10, 2018