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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Through cloudy skies turns the moon,
Through clouds of wine churns the moon.
The hard way is the only way,
Every lover learns the moon.
Pulling the duvet over head,
A jilted lover spurns the moon.
She stooped not and cares less,
Which space cowboy earns the moon.
Major Tom retired and clean,
Never admits he mourns the moon.
©CopyRight Fergus Carty 2021
Dear Gion
A new outlook on the age old Moon generally looked upon by romantics of the past era in glorious terms.
Best wishes
Kusum
Through the Clouds of wine churns the moon.
I like the rhythm and smooth flow.
Beauty in brevity
Very nice, flows in a song