Love is...the sweetest thing
Hello and welcome to my Blog.
Love is the theme this week…
Colours
In a world of uniform green there are no signs or shadows.
Green against matching green,
No motion or being can be seen.
In a world all velvet black
The Raven’s flap silently,
Unseen across the sky.
Only the Magpie splashed with white,
It’s chittering calls rebel against
The oppressive purity of night.
In a world full of sounds,
And noise and lights confusing,
Only my thoughts in this silent room are still.
And in the middle you with me,
Knowing our crystal love.
Sharing a Soft Small Star
Untrue stars reveal
More certain truth on reflection. Merely points of light
In the weave.
The blue-black tent above us
Beyond light brighter Shining whiter
Than a thousand suns.
I recall a Caribbean lady on the bus
Sharing her story.
How a tropic storm frightened
And her Daddy held her in his arms
And said he would keep her safe
Always.
Even now at sixty she’d remembered
This when she was only three.
Had rummaged in her heart-folds
To produce this small soft star.
Let go her grasp to share
A small light illumining the tent
And those with her.
“Family and loving
Family and loving
That’s what’s the most important”
She said.
And the world hushed
For a time, to allow
Us all a silent Amen.
Gathered around
This soft small star
Shared in her free
And generous love.
What I Got, What I Miss
I have an old brown guitar and a green eyed cat
Some well-worn clothes with a photo of an acrobat.
Just a few possessions left over
From a rambling life.
I don’t mind about the money
But Lord I miss my wife.
I have a broken record player and a bitty TV
A lariat tie with a coral stone sea.
Driftwood gathered in and kept
From a road travelling scene.
I don’t mind about the weather
Just the places I’ve never been.
I got a box of old letters that I sometimes read
The way you used to love me was my every need.
But I’m wore out thinking
Of how it used to be.
I don’t miss the high-hog living
But I miss you and me.
I Found an Old Letter
I found an old letter that I had from you before
Praising love as a healer
Found inside someone
When they accept another through their door.
And though some lines had faded it continued
This is what the letter said
You are such a lovely person
I’ll keep this thought for you,
Even if apart or dead.
I look out of my window, love and kisses were at the end.
When you left my world was hurled
From the warmth of certainties we knew
I’m reminded watching the news alone,
We could sure use some healing in our world.
Like A Strange Dream
Like a strange dream
Half awake and slightly scary.
I have found me
In a world enchanted
But slightly uncontrolled.
Where my world
So usually neat and ordered
Melts to cloudy sweet confusion
If you are near.
Strange dream I love you.
Like a strange dream
Seeming clear yet slightly blurry.
You excite me
In a world that’s thrilling
But coloured with doubt.
Where my days
Simply plans and ticking boxes
Fade to loving peace together
If you are near.
Strange dream I love you.
I’m uncertain, so uncertain, yet.
Strange dream I love you.
You are still that girl
You are still that girl,
My lovely girl.
Even though the years may mould us both
In new forms, which to age must yield.
You are still that girl,
My lovely girl.
Sweet holding all that’s kind and true,
That essence of why I still love you.
When Half My Ground Is Taken
When half your ground is taken Leaving you lost,
In foreign land.
Just wriggle your toes
Seek something solid,
Where you can stand.
Find your sandbar above the level Midst the river flowing,
Lord knows where.
Sink your feet into those sandy pebbles Stand deep and firm,
Build again dreams there.
Half my ground’s now lost
But I don’t count the cost.
Turn my collar ‘gainst the frost
Or summers glare.
If you are there.
When the world seems half divided
Some folks get it, others undecided.
Others wrong.
Feels like nothing’s given, but I asked.
Slips out of holding, though it’s grasped.
Some constant storm.
Half my dreams fallen gone
But hope rises ‘bove the wrong.
Lost, the music pages faded,
But not the song.
Together we go along.
When half my ground is taken,
You’re my Home
I know your star would guide me if I’d roam.
When half my ground is taken,
You’re my Home.
Thank you for reading, till the next Blog, keep well and safe.
Best wishes,
Louis
This Blog and all contents, copyright Louis J. Casson 2016. Poems taken from: Sharing a soft small star 2010 & See you in the big time 2011.