Ph: Poetry Writing: My Last Poem Poem by Brian Johnston

There are days now I wonder, on starting a new rhyme
if this one's my last or if muse will inspire
with its gifts, gold that shines? Tick, tock, tick, now just words mark
time's flow in my life, what lends weight, what erodes
banks through pastures I traverse, desilting life's pebbles
that color my way or attract eye of child
(with their stillness) when everything else seems so fluid.

In my bones I feel ancient, more kin to a Druid,
more sand on a beach that lacks shape than Conch filed
(let me toot my own horn) ! Oh, I'm not one who rebels
at ‘dying of light' for I know a star's codes
are what push back the night, and give dust what rhyme calls spark!
Let lightning bug's flash be one goal I aspire
to and love for creation - intention of heart's time.


Brian Johnston
23rd of September in 2022