Introspection

ARE THESE IRISH GEESE? (FOR ONE DAY, MAYBE!)

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Beak pinching my heart, blood drips and drips
Intentionally prolonged journeys, mind trips,
Hopping on solitary after war leg,
going down a hill, falling off a cliff, nothing grips
Just, only just, twinkling memory of your lips
Keeping me edgingly sane

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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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