a little title

MINIMAL BUT INTENSE…SPARENESS SPRINGING FORTH…WITHOUT LACE CURTAINS—A RUSHING WIND!!!!

Mizpellt wurdz

she was a poem

and a poet

and all of poetry

though it was unspoken words

when she kissed me

*

i am poor

which makes me pour

wasteful water

and less bits

of i i i

*

i have felt too much now

to feel so little about then

but i cannot help it

for i have been so helped

by can

*

eventually

broken and bruised

you will be the love

that made you

unmade

*

little by little

she kissed me

into the world where we go

with our eyes closed

but still see so

much

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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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