Carty

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. Enthralled by the originality of much contemporary poetry from patron-less amateur/semi-amateur writers. Devotee of p4poetry and it's community.

Gion Gion has written 266 poems.
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When I turn to a draught rattling a door she is not there
A shadow on a window or on the floor she is not there

This house speaks again in unfamiliar creaks
But I’m listening for the slightest snore she is not there

A sharp ear out for her sleeping and her waking
A sign that again she is so sore she is not there

In cold distraction the door bell imagined sounds
An answered phone brings spirits lower she is not there

Through break-through pain and more breaking rain
Through reluctant stinging tears apour she is not there

No meals to make no doses to check by night nor day
No side affects to counter anymore she is not there

No body service to perform in embarrassed love
No body now does that room store she is not there

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