How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Crowded streets so many people about,

I wish for peace and silence, not noise and shouts.

A place in the country quite solitude,

Taking a deep breath, I must rid myself of this mood.

© Cynthia Clark

Looking back to yesterday’s regret,

I am the future

Only I know I can be.

Authentic strength.

Staring at them

Holding hands

Down the street,

With no shame

Of what they did

To me.

Looking back

To the nights we spent together

Talking to the wind

The stories that were meant

to be forever.

Never thought you’d leave me hanging

And cross the river together

Holding hand by hand

Leaving me and the wind

To wonder which electric shock

Had took over.

Looking down the road

Hand in hand

With still

No shame,

I look at them straight in the eye,

And hold my other hand

For all the days that I’ve had only myself

My hand deserves to be held

By one that could never leave her alone

which is

my own

damned

self

loving

h a n d

( 6:08 am)

Can they see me

Do they know I exist

Are they aware of my presence

Can't they tell that I'm fit

To be suited

Open to be engaged

Wanting the full attention

Of someone wise, a sage