Bradley Tremmil
POETRY IN MOTION…
Meet me in the garden love
Where ordinary just won’t do
I’ll give you something out of this world
When I com-mit love
My poetry’s in motion
Like comet love its sonnet love…
Every rhyme and every rhythm
Every line is an algorithm
I ain’t just talking it
I’ll be working it
I take it to the limit
I push it to the thresh
My word is bond
When off the page
it’s at your flesh…
I don’t just tell you things
I mean it from my heart
On the real
It’s the way you make me feel
Your wish is my will
At your command
my keel will seal the deal…
The perfect fit for my head
You cup runneth over
The way you light my fire
Pour more wine
You know that red,
No more flaming swords
In your eyes
I found my paradise
Poetry in motion
At that tree
There’s an ocean of love
waiting for you and for me…
Lady comet love its sonnet love
At every dawn
Again and again we’ll be born
All you gotta do
is take my hand
And meet me
In the garden…
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M. Tremmil
feelings can only be felt by the heart…….
When the heart speaks everything else is stagnant and listening.
Sometimes the heart can speak wonderful things and that is when we learn the most
I love to write poetry. Yours is perfect in every way.
Poetry has a mind of its own if we give it the freedom that it yearns for. Thank you for the compliment!!
You are so right about feelings can only be felt by the heart.
In a world of never lasting the only thing that is true and everlasting is that which cannot be understood by the mind but only felt with the heart.
Will Love end when
I do not come?
whether love can run out if
we do not meet?