My Short Stories

Swished around in

the scorching pan

flamed by your love

my love

by the spatula of your commands

poked again and again by your demands

here I stand

tried to my bones

totally fried to my bones

ready to be peppered


and devoured whole.

Consume me away if you so wish,

with this hot cup of coffee, I made for you.

But for God’s sake break thy silence.

Speak up.

I want to help.

Tell me what the hell did I do this time – or did not.

Sundaram Chauhan

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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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