they say still waters run deep

but I wouldn’t know

because mine are forever raging

against the dying of the light

always threatening to overflow their banks

as they propel me to the lush fields of my imagination

where as the summer bees buzz

I pick a bouquet of wildflowers

amidst the thorns and briers just for you

there is so much beauty and so little time

which makes me tearfully treasure the breath of life

and your sun kissed shoulders and smile

when you see the purple, red, blue,

yellow and orange blooms

in my bleeding hands all the more

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John Michael Antonio

John Michael Antonio is a freelance writer, photographer, poet and screenwriter. He claims his Midwestern roots while at the same time admitting his incurable and insatiable love and addiction for all things New York City. He has been the husband to his wife, the love of his life, for almost thirty years and is a father of three wonderful children. He is an unapologetic male feminist as well as a passionate lover of fashion, art, movies and music from all eras and genres. An endless dreamer, John Michael is also an avid historian, ex-punk rocker and a legendary Internet surfer who sleeps, on average, about four hours a day. His work has also been featured on The Good Men Project.

2 thoughts on “Still Waters

  1. Susan P. BlevinsSusan P. Blevins Reply

    I love this John Michael….”The lush fields of my imagination…”, and “tearfully treasure the breath of life”…..Exquisite. So poignant I felt it in my depths. Thank you.

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