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.| « तमाशा | हकीकत » |
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English Poetry |
That last episode of Friends,
keys to an empty flat, we cried
through the ups and downs of life,
the highs and lows, we tried
to spare each other’s feelings,
both of us by times, we lied
those long kept raw secrets,
from reluctant memories, we pried
the very last scene of friends,
that hospice night before she died.
©Copyright Fergus Carty 2019
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