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.| « The Moon. | “प्रहार कुदरत का “ » |
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Reports of thunder roll
over conifer tresses
into the warm humidity
of dark mountain slopes
The quarry slumbers
in May’s afternoon sun
and by her grave rises
stone by salvaged stone
A little flower bed wall
Embedded in the earth
Creating memories
©Copyright Fergus Carty 2021
Deatr Gion
RAther sad memories looks like.
Well expressed .
Kusum