I am not a poet
But a linguistic Beachcomber
Scouring the pleated sandy shores
For whatever grimy grains of meaning
That glint from the minute corners
Of my wandering mind
Here and there
I pick up phrases and expressions
Like delicate crafted driftwood
That was throwing from the ocean
Of human language
And runs down my feet
From the English Channel
And the great lakes of thought
I take these words and find a home
In my mind, and try to craft them
To communicate my heart and soul
I do not hunt of poems
But forge for words that need homes
Sometimes it rhymes and sometimes they chime
But in the end these words are mine
And they will be with me
Until the day I die
A well penned poetic expression. Truly fantastic...10+++
It's okay even if you're not a bard but it takes a great courage to pen every word that pass through our mind and that too in rhyme do need admirations. Beautiful words.
Only a poet, full of humility, will say that he is not a poet. Kevin, you write straight from your heart. And that according to me is a fine poet. I loved your last verse: Quote: " Sometimes it rhymes and sometimes they chime But in the end these words are mine And they will be with me Until the day I die" ...........Beautiful poetic expression, dear Poet Kevin......10
I love to search the beach. There is much to see along life's sea
A great knowledgeable person once said, ' I have just collected a pebble from the great shore of knowledge'. A poet is never satisfied with what he creates but he satisfies his audience beyond his level of expectation. I profusely admire this humble poem.
Very fine confessional work where feelings and personal ideas delve deep and communicate beautifully who you are and what you feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write, great thoughts, these words will be immortal, this poem will be immortal poem and the poet remains immortal. Fantastically worded.