The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
If there ever was a me,
then surely there must have been a you.
Crossing through time as we do,
how many times did we meet,
and how many where I
was unknowing of you?
There will be a time
when I will know you,
will recognize your presence
as if a part of the whole of me.
You will know me,
as I shall know you.
Until then I will keep watch,
waiting for the next time
when we will meet again.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
I do not die every night
waiting for you,
most days I get along
fine without you.
But some days I do die
painful, horrible,
loneliness clawing inside,
tearing the edges of my solitude.
With a fierce determination
I think about finding you,
on a site, on a blog,
wondering if I could spare
time to spend learning you.
I have other things I wish to do,
things that fill the emptiness
with far less complication.
Yet still the shredding
of my unloved heart
awakens inside.
Yearning, pining,
for who you might be.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
in the heart of me
I wish to burn
engulfed in flames
of a fire so bright
the rest of the world
seems so dark
and all I see
is you
at the center of it all
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
The gaping cavern in my chest
is hidden from unknowing eyes.
Mine seek yours
everywhere I go.
Should they find what is sought,
would I be made whole?
The possibility exists,
I may be whole already.
Still,
it is my wish,
my dearest dream,
to find you.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Words no longer flow like they used to,
Stoppered up like a fine wine
Waiting to mature before pouring out,
Sluicing into a fine crystal glass.
These letters and spaces are tempered
By years that pass,
Soaking up the taste and experience
That life holds in its round cycle.
There are moments when
The opened barrel is ruined
By a weakened seal,
The words lost long before.
Echoes of those emotional torrents,
Still fill the space left.
The broken is then fixed,
Filled again to soak in those experiences .
Steady traditions and techniques
Ensure that within these vineyard tears
Form a tale in each splash upon the tongue,
Sorrowful or hopeful.
One day the place these vintages are kept
Will be discovered.
Their individual vast experiences tasted,
Revered by an appreciative lover.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Poet’s note: I started this one intending to be something called “lyric” but it turned into something else.
I remember.
Love seemed so incredible and magical.
Love was true and possible.
Love was a bond between two of the same.
Love seemed to be waiting just for me.
I forget.
When love became a far-off fantasy.
When love became impossible.
When love seemed stuck on appearance.
When love seemed not meant for me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Shots echo, rockets destroy,
instinctive hearts wish to run.
But for love of free words and country,
harden fear around a gun.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Bright sunlight glowing
jewels of morning dew shine
foal’s first steps on earth
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Tense foreboding,
muscle primed for action,
fear knows not
what makes it run
only that it must.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Thunder collaborates
with human hands,
to create song and rhythm
a reflection
of the pulse beating
in all life.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
in the end i am yours 