by Ric Johnson | Feb 2, 2015 | Poetry
His daughter holds close The Arctic Star Gleaming new With bright ribbon, Conjecturing. Roaring night embraces Each shuddering hulk Battling to the death A fearsome, screaming ice Now beckoning. No lessening of the dread Hunting and pummelling And surrendering Unto...
by Ric Johnson | Feb 2, 2015 | Poetry
On finding you Standing proud A single, scarlet poppy Quite ceramic Not waving At the loving crowd Who come but tenderly In droves, remembering With inward tears Lost youth The splintered age Still jabbing accusation At such monstrous waste Of precious souls. Today...
