Untitled Series Part 6

Tonight I sat to compose and publish some other poetry, But as it happens I ended up with Part 6 of The Untitled Series. After much mistakes and possibly even more typos and even more that I may have missed, I have completed this poem in a short period of time. All when typing with one hand and still resting this injury that I have.

Much like the others, this poem can be taken in a couple of ways and I hope that folks will see both shine through as it were. For in a way both ways it can be seen as one of a Love Poem. and a Love Poem that also has it that one feels unworthy of that love.

I know some may have titles to fit each of these poems, but at this point I have them as untitled, This is not saying that folks can place their names on there, which would be interesting. Fot me thinking of Titles for some poems can be harder work than composing the poems themselves. But this could also be the pressure I can place on myself to end up withas best as possible.

But nothing much can be said of a love poem except I hope that you will enjoy this poem. Please Enjoy:

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Untitled Series Part 6




Battling beyond storms as waves batter high,
Towering above us like the end was nigh.
And days when nothing seems to fit the chore,
There everything hit the floor and then more.


Through it all with every mile you were there,
Your love and care I can swear worth more prayer.
It’s your love that carries mountains yet give,
More than words or deeds repay, still I live.


When e’er my failures spin about my mind,
And judgment aligned with all wrongs of kind,
Your love carried me through days such as these.
In a breeze I fall to my knees, but freeze.


The tender thoughts of mine they still say please,
Like a whisper through the trees love will seize.
Still I freeze at the thought of your great love,
Be it push or shove to some like a glove.


In the land of strangers there I lay still,
With a glass half full you find all will spill.
“For none is worthy of your love”  I said,
 My thread could ne’er fit the needles eye dead.




 
© Pat Fitzgerald 2023

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Thank you for reading this far into this post, It means a lot to me that folks read my work and enjoy them. Some poetry contain topics that may or may not contain issues that readers either agree with or experience or simply will disagree with. But still Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch the reader.

My path through writing and publishing it on this blog is a journey beyond any expectations. So my thanks to you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry for me is a constant learning curve that I always strive to improve. Often due to the speed of my typing and a few other issues, mistakes and typos will find their way into published posts. I continue to work on improving this as I move along. My thanks for your understanding this.

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