#evergreenpoems
Plum rd.
Viridian seeking.
Head discovered on chest.
Sage lands awakening.
Glimpses in emerald past.
Mirrored in ivy.
Soil for the river.
Heavenly clouded beads.
Around neck.
A soft hold on it all.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
Washington’s finest.
The air of Aberdeen is cathartic and grimy.
The girls of Edmonds are cute.
The world of Seattle is inventive.
The boys of Olympia are alive and tired
The dirt of Gold Bar is ancient with a tang.
The sea of Tacoma is repaired in green.
The tears of Monroe are small.
Evergreen.
Evergreen.
Take me away.
Garrett Johnson
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
Lovely Ruins.
Tossed through ash.
Cold.
Bruised.
Sail to me for conversation.
Not A lover to one.
Not one for another.
Covered by lips.
The old teachings.
Learned to be alone.
Take up enchantments of touch.
Tremolos in the fingers.
Grip on nothing.
All to be nothing but the trees in Fall.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
Leaky.
Grounded in amethyst.
Cold dew.
Pure mossy trees.
Slip unnoticed overgrown.
Love made on earthly floor.
Duplex Doors of the infinity.
Never failing to impress.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC