Eva van Beek

IMG_1486It tosses and spins
my body is skins

(and I cannot hold
for sunbeams to crush
the implacable slush)

It creeks and groans
my organs are bones

(and I cannot wait
for flowers to birth
through ice-covered earth)

It howls and feigns
my muscles are veins

(and I cannot fathom
the sun so clutched
that it cannot be touched)

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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