Whenever possible I buy blank greeting cards and write my own messages. It always feels good to create from my heart. I believe poetry is all around, in every thing and action and spontaneous speech. Renewed by the human spirit's appreciation of beauty and goodness. There is no unchanging standard that can reside in perfection in books rarely read.
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English Poetry, Uncategorized |
My love is not a stream, ever rushing from me,
Nor the approach of a turbulent torrent.
She is not droplets teasing my parched lips,
Nor the cold of a swirling rain-storm.
She is not the thundering surf, crashing on my head,
Nor the alternating ebb and flow of tides.
My Love is a lake, a constant source,
Her waters murmur subtly within my heart.
©Copyright Fergus Carty 2012
Love-ly
Kusum
Very loving poem defining what really is love
Lovely penning of how love is felt by one enjoying real love
Liked immensely
Kudos
after a long while, some romantic bells ring…
great lines…woven with a wonderful feeling called love…
loved the lovely lines…:)
Truly *amazing*. Loved reading this work 🙂
Wonder whose love would be like the ocean then.
@Apurva Bharat Gaglani,
“Wonder whose love would be like the ocean then.”
I don’t know, Apurva, but I hope he has a life-jacket….
Thank you,
all for reading and commenting on my poem,
Fergus
I really loved the way you write,
marvelous
Hi
Just loved these lines ‘My Love is a lake, a constant source,
Her waters murmur subtly within my heart..
What a beautiful play upon words … Marvellous !
sarala.