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RomanticAnna M. Johnson

Close-Pressed

If I could press you to my heart just once, Just for a moment let you lie close-pressed As flowers within a book Lie pressed between its leaves, Then you would stay within my memory, Where I could see your face, your every look, And hold the imprint that my heart so weaves Of all I thought I could not thus renounce.
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Friendship

My friend, I cannot trespass on your heart, Nor try the strings that fit its melodies So beautiful, they are a world apart — Belonging to yourself — your minstrelsy. I must not try to bring myself to see That songs that make your daily life so full, Might haply give the same sweet joys to me, Of fill the voids in my sequestered soul. If I should mar your usefulness By one discordant sound, The falsity of selfishness Would wound — forever wound.
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Retreat

Let me sit quiet: then I can know The wellsprings of my heart have found their rest: Let me be silent: then is it so When my lone thoughts are at their very best.
SadAnna M. Johnson

Nothing More to Say

There was nothing more to say — Winds that swept the words away, Left the heart like stubble, hay! Closed the mouth for aye, and aye — There was nothing more to say.
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Thoughts and Words

Words are such futile things! They only grasp at thoughts, And leave them all unsaid, But half expressed, And wandering in the heart Unclothed, unfed!
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Musings

Ache heart! What right have you To hold a universe in tow, To make a wish come true To ease your woe? When I depart shall I be living, Or shall I be in truth Among the dead? Only the so-called living bury The so-called fled; Count me alive and giving Love to my best beloved.I put a plaster on my heart tonight, Poor heart — so sad, so sore, o’er Earthly griefs — It drew the tears to surface sheets; Like raindrops in a sudden flight, It washed away some false beliefs, And left it healed— such strange retreats!
InspiredAnna M. Johnson

Strength

I dare sit quietly and think! I dare to challenge hurtful thoughts To do their worst to my poor heart; I dare to set my grief apart, Above all Earthly pain—and think!
DreamyAnna M. Johnson

Yearnings

Yearnings but pulsate In the human heart; Aside from colors vibrant on the air They have no form, In truth they bear no part. Longings but gather in the human breast, Waste matter of this mortal mind. They smoulder on Forever at unrest.
ContemplativeAnna M. Johnson

Remorse

My heart is like a toy horse Whose rider fired with fun, Whips up its sides for good or worse, And tries a race to run. Some day that toy horse will fail To feel its rider’s joy; Its silver trapping soon will trail In dust of meaningless deploy, For after all ‘tis but a toy.

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