Poets Express Winter

Poetry by

Clarence Boussom

 

 

I’ll never know a Georgian state

Of kiss your tears again

Altered forever are the lines

In my eyes and width of my heart

 

But if I may, or might

(and I will)

Offer a gift to the Gods

….A gift greater

 

It will show what I retain as the memory

Of amber and rust,

That still shines like the diamond

It truly is

 

 ***

 

Shut er down

Throw the switch

I tire of your worn out wish

 

Give the grey 

A touch of blue

Shine it up, to look brand new

 

Bring the rain 

the winter wind

Release the hate that wont rescind

 

Remember trees

The mirrored lake

That great big chocolate birthday cake

 

A candles glow

its told of years

Of life and all your altered fears

 

Now its tin

From what was brass

And you can all just

Call me crass

 

good poems and poets

Will keep no thought

Or let it go, when its been caught

 

All my hopes

I’ll leave to dreams

Knowing im no good at schemes

 

And I’m no good

At showing last

Or giving up on what has passed

 

But here I am

bewildered friend

And this poem, has found its end

 

 


C. Boussom Jr hails From the Wine Country of SW Lower Michigan. He is influenced by those whom surround him and the voice that compels his work from within. He hopes that from within his work, you feel as if you’re talking quietly with a friend that allows for a unique feeling of connectivity.