David Taylor Poems
|566.||A Burning Question||11/6/2007|
|568.||A Matter Of Life And Death||9/7/2007|
|569.||Memories Of The Beach||5/21/2008|
|572.||A Conversation With My Dearest Friend||3/16/2007|
|573.||A New Vessel||2/13/2008|
|574.||A Life Well Lived||11/19/2008|
|576.||A Cold Night||6/18/2007|
|577.||A Little Love Poem...||3/25/2008|
|578.||Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful||4/19/2007|
|579.||A Confusion Of Mixed Feelings||6/20/2007|
|580.||Because You'Re Beautiful||4/1/2007|
|582.||Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt||5/23/2007|
Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt
How do you write a poem
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
Without Love would
anything have any savour?
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all ...
A careful consideration of all things.
A weighing in the balance of experience.
A remembrance of treasured words received.
And from a discordance of events
a gem arises hewn of discontent,
It is a question heaven sent.
Containing all that went before.
And asking that, perhaps there might be more?