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Poetry of life

The poetry I never wrote
fades on the wings of time,
but somewhere deep within my heart
is etched each single line.

It haunts me as a silent ghost
as fleeting memories fail,
but on my soul forevermore
its sentiments prevail
.
Though never meant for me to share
it guides my every day,
and touches everyone I meet
as I pass on my way.

Not everything I see or hear
will shape the way I stride,
but poetry inscribed by life
will always be my guide.

Ivor G Davies


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The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.
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by ivordavies

Another gem Ivor!
Well Done Ivor...My thoughts exactly...right down to the fleeting memory!!

You do this so effortlessly...simple...yet so profound. I on the other hand...seem to struggle more as I age...my muse is on an extended vacation...OR...more likely...has found a younger subject to collaberate with!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: October 11, 2012 )

Alzheimers





Living a Poetic Life Like Ivor


This is giving me a small amount of concern.

As you get older and wonder why the hell you actually went upstairs when there is a loo downstairs... you realize it probably wasn't for that reason after all.... Even more so for me, since I live in an apartment on a single floor.

Is this poetic stuff a sort of memory trick.. like word association? Must try and put all the family names in a verse.

Do you remember mums Jack? David? Kenneth? Ivor and wondering when she would ever hit on your given name... I suppose we all looked a little bit like each other....

With old folk if you sing old songs to them... they may know little all else... but can still join in after the word triggers....

I convince myself there are reasons I cant remember...Street Names. We are spoiled here with street numbers..... its very likely 8 street is somewhere between 7 and 9 street simple !!!! ...but give it a name it could be anywhere....Try asking directions to whatitsname street.......even if you give them clues.... ie it is a metaled road with a dotted line down the middle...

Yep the day of hands on are fast disappearing and very soon like your good self brother I will have to start "Hitting People with Verse"

It's probably the only way I will get away with the "and touches everyone I meet" bit.

Eric

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: October 14, 2012 )

I loved this, Ivor
I agree with Bea. It is so effortlessly simple, yet profoundly, universally identifiable.

( Posted by: poeteye [Member] On: October 21, 2012 )

Unwrittten poetry
Thanks for your comments on this, I do feel that the rhythm of life and the poetry of life are one and the same It is when the rhythm is lost that life's poetry disappears and you have to strive for balance again?

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: October 21, 2012 )

Soup Ivor...
Bring this Gem to Soup...excellent

( Posted by: JetfireK [Member] On: April 18, 2015 )

Resuscitation of the Imagination
We give life
to poetry...
Sometimes mouth to mouth

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: April 18, 2015 )





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