I have no words that are new.
Poets far more facile-tongued
Have said them all before.
And the phrases, too, are nothing
But second-hand sentiments
Placed in some attractive way.
Let’s face it, entire stanzas
Are truthfully little more than
Recycled spillings of emotion.
And surely the poem itself recalls
One more famous work or another,
At least if I’ve done the job well.
So let me simply say, my love,
That any house that has you in it
Will always be my home.
And the only sacred ground I need
To worship all the hallowed world
Is the landscape of your skin.
All that I am is yours.
This is a happy poem! Eric’ll be pleased! A great gift!
your cac gift is in the mail!!
Well that just… thank you.
Bollocks. There are still original ways to express emotions in poetry. It is true that there is a declining number of original images to draw with but that just makes it that much more of a challenge and more fun. Keep writing!
Poems that express these kinds of sentiments are difficult to write without risking sounding like a Hallmark card – but you have succeeded in creating a compelling piece!
oh lovely!
in fact, the last three posts have made me sigh and grin and nod in agreement.
Beautiful. The “landscape of your skin” is so sensual and personal, a true gift indeed. Thank you!
this was absolutely wonderful (especially the last stanza)……..though I think that you have plenty of new ways to speak……..every time I stop by you manage to surprise and captivate me.