You Believe In Me


Phibby Venable

You believe in me – above the noise & chaos,

bridges that swing & break with the weight of our words

Everything grows spiny & fragile with breakage

Still, you play harmonica with a country grin,

Your hands black with swiping at all the repairs

And the guitar has a loose string – the music out of reach

in the wide expanse of this house

The money that goes away, the hand carried letters

I lay like court evidence at your feet –

I have the names of the dead growing on my back

All the praise songs are out of breath

And still you point at the open sky, wide eyed, believing,

I have the fey luck of the Irish, a nice laugh,

a disposition ready to please – As I cup my hand

around a child’s crayon, marking x after x on the calendar –

Biting my lip…

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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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