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This Poem
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Monday, November 6, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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This Poem by John Herlihy I have written this poem, In the solitude of myself. To lie on a page in a book, Resting on a bottom shelf. Scripted with feathered pen, The verses uttered as whisper. Indigo ink permanence lend, To serve the reader as uplifter. Written by candle at night, Words as flame on the wick. Casting shadows in the light, As the seconds of time tick. A poem born in mystery, Unfolded petals of wonder. To find residence in eternity, Ever heard as distant thunder. In the reading of each line, To the poet’s voice listen. Each word as sparks shine, As stars in darkness glisten. In this way, poetic spirit lives on, Locked in the letters of sound. A poem in the heart to rest upon, Beating with a rhythm profound. I have written this poem, In the quiet of night at home. For the ages my humble anthem, Now written., I am no longer alone. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 30 September 2023

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on December 10, 2023

AND YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE, MY FRIEND...FOR THE ESSENCE AND BEAUTY OF YOUR WORDS WILL ALWAYS SURROUND AND BE WITH YOU! ENJOYED, ENTIRELY! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on November 7, 2023

As I read, I harking back to centuries where bongs were written like this. Whether on parchment or on paper, were often so personal, that they were put away and only discovered by ancestors opening old trunks. Or, they were sent through the mail to someone who kept them close and were discovered by ancestors in stashes of old letters saved.

In the last hundred and fifty years the way poems are written and published has changed so much, that almost anyone, even without penmanship ability or the skill to use a quill pen, can readily write poems in a myriad of ways and send them or publish them also in the myriad of ways.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

"To the poet�s voice listen." yes.... that, and also the idea of listening to see what/how the poet sees (especially through spiritual eyes) in a way that you don't or cannot. IMO.... To agree with what a poet is saying is far less important than being enlightened or encouraged by the poet to think outside [the box] of one's staid thought patterns. Thanks, John. Enjoyed ruminating on your thoughts.