Ph: Life: Are All Sunsets Blue Or New? Poem by Brian Johnston

To save money's a talent, some trust (and some won't) ,
But abilities practiced grow, serve life, (or don't) !
And some ‘perfect pitch' gifted find voice fails with age,
Birds that fly South in winter suggest home's a stage
That they act on with bit parts, though ‘play' in God's sight.
All man's meaning's cave's shadow (our ‘best' plays with light
That existed before us?)Can Truth have an end?
Might Love's Author not write a new chapter, light bend?

Watch this poem unwind (from life's spool) , as both twists
And turns prompted by rhyme (and that meter assists) ,
Serve to bind fresh insights: when what flows goes downhill!
Look how gravity plays with free verse! Is it swill,
Masturbation at rest? Does a poem surprise
My muse dumps in my lap (world through myopic eyes?)
Now man's discipline shows him new views of the earth
As we orbit near-twin, ‘blue pearl' rise of life's birth!

As we sail toward day's sunset, does poetry die
Or each line hint its sequel (should we more than try)
Is it doing that matters? Does effort suffice?
Does a pen pressed to paper imply melting ice
Or a flow that's less lumpy suggest we succeed?
Is a poem I finish life's cure or one bead
On a necklace, I purpose, of meaning, I'd share
With those gifting receivers, I dream are out there!

Does disorder apparent exceed day's safe dose
Is more hatred or love in the wind? Is it close?
What is clear is recurrence that's governed by laws
And if Santa Claus dictates it's sometimes with claws
That can bloody the infield as well as the out,
That the folks that find love aren't the self-styled devout!
Evolution adapts to life's change to exist
When was victory proven by Ass that got kissed?

Are a child's dreams angelic, demonic at best?
Do more friends have your back or most act like a guest
That appeared on your doorstep (or rides your caboose?)
Do you treat your friends better, are you less obtuse?
Do you curry their favor or help them survive?
Are the friendships you honor, the ones that revive
(With no effort from you) ? Do you recognize ‘grace'
(And is mercy your purpose)or life that saves face?

Let my poems show weakness (I don't try to hide!)
I may not have your answers, do share what's inside
And at times give my shirt to a stranger whose need
Might exceed what I judge to be mine. Is it greed
To grasp tightly, what time might replace? Let wealth float
In the service of man as God wills, not be mote
In man's eye, or steel tie it to flesh! Is wealth life
Or life wealth? May day's sunset make sunrise its wife!


Brian Johnston
23rd of November in 2019