The lawn green wet, worm casted
Hello and welcome to this week’s Blog.
Trump is now president, however the world still goes on, even poems!
On the homepage, my poem of the week – My Guitar – is a reflection on the experience of playing guitar.
The lawn green wet, worm casted.
Laced boots crossing to the car
Soles tread, earth embraced,
Later brushed and cleaned.
Resolutions noted, listed.
On the hinge, years end and new.
Few will escape paper death.
Drifted cards, books, CDs
The tree twinkles lights in colours
Days pass, flows unseen.
Paper cuts and words can harm
As like fists on flesh.
Be caring, in taking care.
Choose paper, scissor, stone.
Each chance, result, your own.
Fate random makes all gambles.
Until my next Blog, have a good week and take care.
Best wishes,
Louis
This Blog and all contents, copyright Louis J. Casson 2017. All poems taken from the collection “Paper Cuts”, except “My Guitar; taken from my 2012 collection “Brand New Highway Stretching On”
© Louis J. Casson 2017 all rights reserved.