Category Archives: Caswell [poetry

ANOTHER APPRECIATIVE FASHION CRITIC

ANOTHER APPRECIATIVE FASHION CRITIC

A favorite lady last night

Wore a blouse, a pleasant sight…

Greyish lavendar

With twinkled lights “thar”

Accented with fabric delights.

Her blouse neither taut or loose,

Just fitting for perfect use…

Assets perfectly

Covered modestly,

Would have looked good even wearing puce!

–Jonathan caswell

DARK CLOUDS CRYING

DARK CLOUDS CRYING

A rush hour down pour well-timed,

Washing cars idling in line…

To exit this place,

To look on the face

Of those seeing rain the first time…!

Sun returns with power,

Golden rays after an hour…

Rainbow for those

Who wisely chose

To wait rather than get a shower!

–Jonathan Caswell

MORNING IS BREAKING

MORNING IS BREAKING

Morning is breaking and I’m up,

Working out my salvation….

Perhaps it’s time to say that’s enough,

Expressing my derivation.

Light appears by spinning of Earth,

Those who are on it sit still…

Locked to the surface most are from birth

Enlightened by a loving God’s will.

Windows through which we see coming dawn

Closed against morning chill…

Open wide as warm air comes on

List’ning to birdsong trill.

I have to rest–breathing is poor,

I’ll know as I try to walk back…

This foot wound hurts and morning is still,

But how we poets yack!

–Jonathan Caswell