My mind lept laughing into the air
The ferryman left without me
The cold closed in around my frame
I shall trying to write again
In my ears Irish songs swell
They make my heart full
Meanings of life simply put
Wait I see a bird on the feed table
Things we would miss, far away
The simple lives that we lead each day
Where torment flows high over my head
I now stoop to hear what the child said
Memories once more flood my mind
What if I had left you all behind
How long before my book would close
In some friends would they care
This Ether net bothers me
Are we real is this life, are we free
Or is this where thought takes the helm
A boat sailing many seas alone
Throw me a rope as I touch your quay
Talk to me of the now, let me stay awhile
I would dwell long if needed so
Then you must just let me go
I know of places not yet seen
Where I will wait, and just dream
I will think of you on my Island true
It's the Isle of me, and sometimes you...
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Eph
This was a fiction write I have no fear of the Ether or the Internet, in fact I find it quite a source of learning, and can learn by just reading, this one was a continuation of "My Words" they were travelling together here for a while, now I will have to go find it again lol.
You take care young Ephraim, tiz hard to walk straight with the Earth being curved so, or is it the rotation can never remember lol..
Don't forget you may need a hard hat on the 15th, Yours as always,
le moineau.. ( and my name is not Edith, I is a bigger, bugger and cant sing)
Eph
You stop worrying, the bird as you call her was a French lady they called "The Little Sparrow" have you remembered her yet, as you should have No regrets if you cannot recall her name lol,
Yours Ian.T
we all miss boats... trains and planes and oppportunities too
your epicurial poetry
is back again
how can i do justice to you ....!
shall come back again ..
if that's what you want of me to.....
Loved
"My Words" left me holding coins in my hand waiting for the ferryman, but this one which can be nailed to, it says the ferryman left me behind.
So now I have to find more words to write with, also a reason to actually bother lol.
I have no problem in writing as some do these things just drift in and I could type direct, but not trusting the flow, I use word then edit copy and paste.. These writes take around half an hour to complete, and as I have no strict form in my works I am free to write as I do.
Take care young Bard and know that we walk with you, Yours Ian.T
well I am just a contrary
words just come to me
then those who find it jarry
advise me
some jerk it off
so let it be
an ass they call me
so let them be
at least
I am not alone..
I so believe
poetry in five minutes a piece
so many have pens drawn
ere I yawn..
hahaha take it easy
I am not in line for
A Nobly