such beauty resounds in the eyes of lovers,
those who know the value of love
time severs,
bones ache,
the forehead frowns permanently
the balding head indicates,
the past dense forest once it did exist,
then when both lovers see
fading lips
twitching eyes
can I see you dear?
my spectacles are broken,
you can’t hear,
but how happy we both are…
we can smile
words unuttered
you know what i need.
love glows in your eyes still
that’s all I want from you
many valentines have flown by
the Thames,
the Mississippi,
the Ganges,
The ebbing life still wants you more
now than ever before
come love be my valentine once again
tonight as we merge not in vain
Comments
oh, this is lovely
it has the coherent feel of one of your older pieces, or are you entering a new period of poetry?
yes Jess ...as you by now ''really and fully'' know
i know nothing about poetry
this one I wrote quite a while ago
and just posted it....
Another feather in my cap
or a chance to pull my leg ....
I do enjoy all ....over a hard and expensive peg..
Cheers have one on me ,
pay you I can't ,
that you very well can see,..
we all go through phases
if I can pick your older writing by it's coherence, and your newer writing by it's improved prosodic values then that is something altogether new, and exciting.
Although sometimes you will undoubtedly annoy me again by attention seeking (remember I've given you the answer to getting more feedback- give constructive feedback) I do take you seriously as a poet and am ever more closely watching your development and hoping I can help.
And no, I am not pulling your leg, yanking your chain or any other expression of derision
That I know
''''I do take you seriously as a poet .....'' Thanks I know...
and am ever more closely watching your development
and hoping I can help......''''
you are as ever
tc ...friendly poet
I regard my masters.
critique I'm unable to do
as the ones who compose here
are much better than I knew...
so i make a comment... poetic... though
and they smile it’s enough for me
and their happiness
pleases me... yours too
some day in the wilderness
as time splashes by,
you will or may recall
a guy poet like me
who came by
just to fly ..
and
you will not even know
who was that guy .....
Amen...
that little guy
who came by
just to fly
can still try
to give.
cheers
from the same guy
tc thanks