Louis' poem for the weekend

[JohnnyBoy]

Hi,

a change this week from love poems, instead two other pieces, enjoy...

Louis


Too much scary trouble.

You can walk to corners, stand and see the world,
buy a paper from the newsstand, to hold the news unfurled;
with several million possibilities launched, beached or hurled.

Seemed just too scary for me,
I had to go back and watch my TV.
Too scary for me.

You can wake under the duvet, yawn to face the world,
cook some eggs and bacon, Danish nicely whirled;
under grannies picture framed in wood, that’s nicely grained and burled.

Seems too much trouble for me,
I had to go back to bed and sleep you see.
Too much scary trouble for me.


Prairie Home.

A snatch of scratching indicates the mouse as it stirs,
the rustle of the fox seeking it through the brush
and wood at evening.

Smoke rising from the cottage, windowed yellow,
and the supper smells right.

The family gathered at their ease;
‘Goodnight’,
‘Goodnight’.

From 'September Songs'. © Louis J. Casson , Purple Squirrel Poems, Cryptic Furnace Press, 2007. All rights reserved.


(Email Louis on: johncasson57@hotmail.com)