PORTRAIT
Who will care
when these walls are bare
and all I touched and held
is wrapped neatly away
fading into the years.
who will hold my memories
know what I know
keep my moments never shared
understand the silence
which belonged to me alone.
But I am metaphor and rhyme
the music of verse
the movement of thought
from beginning to end
muted eloquence and grace.
I have been
and I will always be
I am the poetry
that is life
Comments
Joe
A lovely piece of writing.
Never fear fellow traveller,
Each thought is sent out,
Each word is noted.
You belong to something to big to see.
The great library of all knowledge holds your words
It holds your thoughts, as part of your being.
Not a breath is wasted in the way of all things.
This poem has been read, it belongs.
In its creation the poet whose thoughts are here,
Belong to everyone, in that you belong to us all.
Take care we are all part of each other.
Yours Ian.T
Etwas kommt zu mir nãher, Und
Etwas kommt zu mir nãher, Und ich habe keine Furcht
Joe
I know that your fears are here and not where we are going,
Take care young traveller,
Yours Ian.T
Dearest Joe
I know I say I love your work but this poem is in a whole other league of its own in my opinion
this is a cracking write "standing ovation" ... :)
from beginning to end
muted eloquence and grace.
my favourite lines of the whole poem and you yourself said it better than I ever could
love your Jayne xxx
Thank you, my Jane. It is
Thank you, my Jane. It is where I am now...you understand.
joe
Joe
your welcome I say it as I see them I love this poem
sometimes I hate the net its hard to cuddle someone half a world away
((((((((((((((((((((((((((Joe)))))))))))))))))))))))))))
and yes I understand even if it makes me sad its the journey we share no matter how far away
love your Jayne xxx
Yes, we do, my Jane,
Yes, we do, my Jane,
when ever I read you I stand in advance ovation
whenever I read you I stand in advance ovation
such words none can emit
the light of day
as yours do permit
me to quote them
will you
upon the hearts and souls of moving time…. your poetry will always rhyme …well above the lightning clouds… ere one hears thunder…. they all will say Geremia
yes, was a wonder
that's why I wanted you to return
so many like me can midnight oil burn
to read your immortal poetry
in their own turn
Quote
''But I am metaphor and rhyme
the music of verse
the movement of thought
from beginning to end
muted eloquence and grace.’’
'' BY GEREMIA
THE POET’’
This touched me deeply.
This touched me deeply.
thank you so very much
u deserve it
as u call me a poet