HeyJaredLisa M. Johnson
Contemplative creative and lover of words, welcome and wonder. Inviting you along my journey of finding peace in solitude, story and silence. I'm glad you're here.
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Bounty (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBOUNTY a tanka I used to believe bounty was deep baskets full— overflowing fruits. Now—I wonder. Could it mean cared for, as a tender shoot? It’s been a minute. I’m here. How are you? Honestly, I’ve had a few weeks of travel and hard work on some vulnerable writing that will hopefully appear in my poetry collection one day in the future. I still can’t believe I’m sayi
“Hope That You Are Well and Not Too Busy” (opens the original)
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“To be quiet, even wordless, in a good place is a better gift than poetry.” Wendell Berry<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="645" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ArXB!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_
Ere Viriditas (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedERE VIRIDITAS / lmj a tanka triptych upon witnessing a monarch metamorphosis and learning viriditas is a Latin term meaning "greening" or "vitality," famously used by the 12th-century abbess, Hildegard of Bingen to describe the “greening power of God”. It represents the creative, life-sustaining force inherent in nature that brings spiritual and physical health to both the soul and the body— representing a force for g
The best sleep of your life (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSWEET SLEEP OF THE UNKNOWN after “The Lady of Shalott” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson “Knowing isn't the most holy thing.” Kimberly Phinney How do we know without seeing clearly— silo-ed reflections, our only view? Reaching to touch imagery, through rippled mirages, woven by fear of our own hands. Enchanted inside milky mirrors of dreams— half sick of shadows unfulfilled, we slump into su
Now, Linger A Little Longer (opens the original)
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“Knowing isn’t the most holy thing.” Earlier this summer, I was given the amazingly humble opportunity to share a sliver of this poem, “Ode To Poetry” in an Ekphrastic Poetry workshop at the Cultivate Writer’s Retreat hosted by The Way Back To Ourselves writer’s community. This is a story about its origins and my own. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!dLJw!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2
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