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 |
Man is somewhat like an onion:
For all his layers,
His skin is thin and fragile.
If he sometimes irritates:
To those tears,
Let us not add ones of regret.
©Copyright Fergus Carty 2012
Good one.
Kusum
An oracular oratory indeed !
@ashwini kumar goswami,
Ah, but my dear Aswhini, in the presence of the Oracle is it not for the listener to interpret the seemingly indecipherable?
Elegantly put, liked the simile immensely
Onions very important in most recipe
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beautiful beautiful indeed!
true let us not add another tear of regret!!!beautiful poetry.
thank you!
Beautiful indeed….
Lovely poem, very poignant.
As to onions being important in most recipes…not so sure about adding them to apple pie and custard 😉
Hi Fergus,
I guess it is a first for onions to be used as a metaphor and a simile in a poem . The clarity of the concept is overwhelming .You could build further on this one ..
sarala.