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Not looking for romance or money...just a share ...of thoughts...in harmony.
Hullo Pinkhobbit....good to know of your poetic interest. I write short poems, a max of 10 to 15 lines. Noticed you are an educator. I have been a teacher and continue to take up short term assignments. Was in London last year and visited a few places including Rochester castle. Will share more after I hear from you. Regards, Siva
Not looking for romance or money...just a share ...of thoughts...in harmony.
Hullo Pinkhobbit....good to know of your poetic interest. I write short poems, a max of 10 to 15 lines. Noticed you are an educator. I have been a teacher and continue to take up short term assignments. Was in London last year and visited a few places including Rochester castle. Will share more after I hear from you. Regards, Siva
You seem to love nature and poetry. So do I. I live in a little town in an area of heavy forest and ragged rock. A romantic mood, born in nature's borial shadows in the warmth of a summer day, formed this little vignette in my mind.
True Vows.
Green trees growing on ragged rock,
Marge the path where on we walk,
My love and I, in youth beauty tread,
Into the forest to be wed.
No grand cathedral of glass and stone,
With ancient bell of commanding tone,
Could ever hold within it 's walls,
The love we feel in these forest falls.
No angel's choir made of man,
Could ever sound so sweet and grand,
As the tiny birds that twitter here,
Among the bowers we hold so dear.
So let us pledge out life and love,
In forest green with blue sky above,
Let all the creatures, big and small,
That shelter in nature's natural,
Bear witness to our vows of truth,
To live in love, onto aged from youth.
RMM 2019
True Vows.
Green trees growing on ragged rock,
Marge the path where on we walk,
My love and I, in youth beauty tread,
Into the forest to be wed.
No grand cathedral of glass and stone,
With ancient bell of commanding tone,
Could ever hold within it 's walls,
The love we feel in these forest falls.
No angel's choir made of man,
Could ever sound so sweet and grand,
As the tiny birds that twitter here,
Among the bowers we hold so dear.
So let us pledge out life and love,
In forest green with blue sky above,
Let all the creatures, big and small,
That shelter in nature's natural,
Bear witness to our vows of truth,
To live in love, onto aged from youth.
RMM 2019
Not sure this is worth "looking at" but I take the invitation and go splat, with my attempt to relay how you've brightened my day!
An artist with words, is not absurd, though in this day and age, it's a rare sage, that can guage, how to paint and reate depth, and breadth, with pen strokes on a page.
thank you for your creative wisdom, for it is seldom, that I find, someone with kindred, images that are winded, lifting my mood, word that do not delude, rather create delights to share, such soulful affair. I thank you for creating beauty, a type of heartfelt movie, laying of images, upon my visages, I'm filled to the brim, exhibiting a grin, thank you dear pinkhobbit. I gobble it!
An artist with words, is not absurd, though in this day and age, it's a rare sage, that can guage, how to paint and reate depth, and breadth, with pen strokes on a page.
thank you for your creative wisdom, for it is seldom, that I find, someone with kindred, images that are winded, lifting my mood, word that do not delude, rather create delights to share, such soulful affair. I thank you for creating beauty, a type of heartfelt movie, laying of images, upon my visages, I'm filled to the brim, exhibiting a grin, thank you dear pinkhobbit. I gobble it!
please do not write on my wall
unless you have something to say
that is worth even looking at today
unless you have something to say
that is worth even looking at today
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