composed by Jonathan Caswell

Today he had some verses running around in his head,

And wanted to write right away….

Had supper, or breakfast; got the right attitude

And found he had nothing to say!

The stirrings of spirit—now which would it be—

We choose what spirit to serve…

We must needs to suffer our dignity

If the poet will keep no reserve.

For what good is cymbal or clanging gong*

If the end is a gutter well-filled…

For whom will the clarion trumpet sound

When a hearer has their guts all spilled?

No one expects a full-frontal view

When abiding for a time with an art….

The poet must aim for a thought that is true**

When writing so near to the heart.

*NOTE:  See 1st Corinthians 13:  1-7.

**NOTE: Philippians 4:8 and 9

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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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