Ivan Donn Carswell Poems
Crying to be written
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin
line of light chased the night west; it is the best
time of day for me - a cup of coffee, Benson & Scud
pretending to sleep in their... more
Poet: Ivan Donn Carswell rating:  A few kind words
A few kind words, what can be bought with that?
In essence just a clique of tidy prose,
a verb, a noun, perhaps an adjectival phrase
offered in the form of venal praise
- and be surprised at... more
Poet: Ivan Donn Carswell rating: Cherry bomb
I said goodbye and went to bed to die;
I never knew that they had lied - was quite
surprised they didn't seem to care, I agonised,
refused to cry although in time the tears
were quietly shed.... more
Poet: Ivan Donn Carswell rating: Cappuccino smile
Ah, the aromas of that conversation,
the brimming, cappuccino smile
swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned,
the gentle coffee curlicues interlaced
in arabesques of creamy foam, redolent... more
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