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.| « Moment and Tomorrow | Aurat Ek Badnaam Zaat » |
  Loading... |
English Poetry |
R.I.P.
Does she rest in peace
Where the road roar rises
The quarry’s rumbling
Rolls over the hedges
To the rain soft earth
Beneath which she lies?
Copyright Fergus Carty 2018
