Poetry from Annie Johnson

Light skinned woman with curly white hair and a floral top.
Annie Johnson
I Have Walked The Morn

 In Mists I have walked the morn in mists 
And trodden down the valley lily white 
And run the gauntlet sunshine fair 
Robed in silken webs no woman ever wove, 
Shod in sandals light - 
Airy, as death is weightless 
And left youth and gaiety high and dry 
At the entrance gate of responsibility 
And entered therein 
To lie face down, child of marble, wayward 
On the dew drenched lawn of forever, 
Crying tears of stone 
To the unveiling of a statue, ageless. 
I have reached reverently out to touch 
The alabaster agony of space without time 
To carve the precious light of existence, sweet 
With flawless line, chisel 
The wrinkles of age and time away 
Layer by layer to the stone’s heart 
Newborn, in beauty glowing, translucent 
With hands of steel, a sculptress 
Kneeling to whisper, “It is good.” 

Running down the comet tailed streams of light, 
Day into day; night into night; pulling free, 
Bursting into flight, suddenly 
Caught up in the Earth's stream 
Soaring in vapor trailed orbits of being. 
Atoms of mass in conglomerates of be, 
Exploding full circle into dimensions of me. 
I do not grow old; I am forever! 
I dream; I feel; I see all things 
Of life; of beauty; of death; ( Secretively whispers ) 
I know the song the dust sings - (Song of the Dust) 
"There is no finality in me, 
I soar; I float and dance, 
I laughingly chant the notes of life
From “The Songbook of the Dead." 

Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.

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