-- Poetic Love --

John Herlihy

The words never lie in street gutters,

Wind-blown like scattered leaves.

They gather in a place more profound,

To settle down in their ease.

There in the well of the heart,

Are the poetic words drawn.

There where our deepest emotions lie,

Are the poetic verses born.

And from that dark sacred cavern,

Into the world the mounting wave will reach.

To break upon the shore of the world’s heart,

All of humanity to beseech.

Seeking to find the truths of the world,

The poet steps out of the blackness.

Exposing the vanities of the world,

As he seeks his own brightness.

From the heart of the one to the heart of the multitude,

The bud of poetic love revealed in flowering plenitude.

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(c) John Herlihy 25 August 2020