My Writing Life


She was wearing a noir velvet coat

Of a dubious nature

Passed on from its now vanished previous owner

The cold beauty of winter was dying

The girl with the coat was in the corner crying

Drawing her long cigarette to her swelling lips

In a kind of slow motion enunciation

Her demeanor was shouting out

What about emancipation!

She is a vision to be imagined

Wrestling with snow-white sheets

With sad music permanently on repeat

Wailing a song of love

About her lover not long since gone

Then she casts her coat aside

And shouts to the throng

I’m going to put my red dress on

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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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