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I Swear It

The watchtower of nature
The birds returning
Flowers waking
Spring is watching us
The eye of the sun swears it

How many can I love
As many as a basket of friendship can hold
A baby is born beautiful
But time must pass
Before the story of the heart can be told
It is not your hand that must be taken
To what one man may swear
Another has forsaken
Do not be unhappy with lonely thoughts
Worries will always be there
But you will be saved
If only your kind heart will awaken

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 27, 2018:

You know you emulate me and very possibly produce poetry completely different than mine; but the key would be that your unique quality would shine through. I will look at some of your work but I'm not a critic. How can I judge? If it is honest then it is worthy.

Shafqat Mushtaq on February 27, 2018:

Thanks for sharing your views on craft of writing, I certainly would do my best to emulate you and your unique style of writing. I humbly request you, if you could kindly read a few of my poems. It would encourage me and you could better tell me the things I lack in my poems.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 27, 2018:

Also, I'm not recommending that people do not read. I do enjoy history and religion along with the biographies of interesting people. But I avoid creative type books because I don't want to be "influenced" too much. I've already decided that the rules are not for me anyway. I don't know a haiku from a sonnet. If I ever write one then it was something else guiding my hand.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 27, 2018:

Sometimes on you way to one place you stumble upon something else and it can lead you in another direction entirely. I "believe" in that and just go with it. Whether or not it rhymes is a last minute development; it's never a conscious decision (I will make this one rhyme). It is how it flows.

I feel that struggling is a sign of an undeveloped idea or feeling and it smacks of writing just to write or get something out there. It can be frustrating as you may feel you are never really capturing what you were trying to say but in the end your body of work reflects your development. The holy grail so to speak of great art will always dog artists. It's a matter of relaxing and enjoying what it is you come up with. It doesn't have to be avant garde full of mysterious metaphors (at least mine doesn't; I'm not as imaginative as some people can be) as long as it reaches people. I feel embellishment is a bit superfluous. It's like playing fast scales on a piano. What is the purpose? It's purely technical. I also try to avoid cliche's as best as I can. I spend very little time reading anymore because I am trying force myself to be completely original. That is the challenge I give to myself.

Shafqat Mushtaq on February 27, 2018:

Certainly a gem of a tip for aspiring poets!

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 27, 2018:

Thank you Shafqat! You are very kind to say these things. I just go with what I am feeling. I don't agonize over the words. If there is a struggle then I save it for another time when my opinion/emotion is fully developed and if it never appears again then it wasn't meant to be.

Shafqat Mushtaq on February 26, 2018:

It is simply wonderful, you write with such an ease!

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 25, 2018:

Thank you both Louise and Threekeys! Thank you for reading and commenting.

@Threekeys - your reply was perfect.

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on February 25, 2018:

Thanks for the lovely poem, Mark. I enjoyed reading it.

threekeys on February 24, 2018:

I read your poetry but never quite know how to reply for some reason.

Enjoyed your poem.

Yes, the heart can be strong.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 24, 2018:

Yes, we just have to believe in it.

Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 24, 2018:

That's true worries will always be there we are just human, but our heart is stronger than you will ever know