The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-2                                                  december -2012                                                Number-2


Bowl of Petunias

By Michael Lee Johnson


If you must leave me, please

leave me for something special,

like a beautiful bowl of petunias-

for when the memories leak

and cracks appear

and old memories fade,

flowers rebuff bloom,

sidewalks fester weeds

and we both lie down

separately from each other

for the very last time.


Inside This World Zipped

by Michael Lee Johnson


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 cant see I toss my faith upon.

Wild horses of creativity form

lines, stanzas, poems with

and without form.

Its 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.