Intro Verse


No Talent For Certainty

This man is talking —
To me and around me —
He’s voluble
And it would not astound me,
If he kept going
Just like this, for days:
When after twenty seconds
My eyes glaze.

The extroverts among us
Are intense:
They do not know my kind
When they commence.
I like a conversation
And to share:
But only when
Something like meaning’s there.

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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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