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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The wee hours dipped in
Darkness and silence
The flicker of thoughts
That have not greyed
With the passing years
© Copyright Fergus Carty
Fergus,
A teeny – weeny poem saying so much in so few words.
Yeah, the thoughts remain green through the years .
lovely
sarala
Well written,Fergus.
In the Wee hours, the flicker is the lamp that stays ever ignited
Flicker pertains to a flame.
Greying pertains to hair due to ageing.
Metaphors are mixed up.
Kusum.
Kusum,
indeed the metaphors are mixed up…purposely so…
in the half-light and reflection.
Thank you for reading my efforts and for your comments.
Fergus
Elegantly depicted feelings that surround
leading our mood in those hours profound
Very beautifully said indeed…..
why dont they, i wonder&perhaps each one of us want our flicker of thoughts to take a break.
loved the piece of art!