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

A thousand times the words to say,

But all my memories get in the way.

The sentences cannot form the way I wish them too,

How can I write the words that I am over you?

I could do it in person, perhaps I should,

But I cannot feel the pain. It would do no good.

Another cumpled paper, perhaps in time ,

I will forgive you for dying and leaving me behind.

I know you will never read it, I know you will never know,

That I still love you, but I have to let you go.

I write these words for release to take away the pain,

But it does not work. My tears still fall like the rain.

©Cynthia Clark

#Marry me please

I like to marry my future wife

But she have to marry one

selected by her parents!

Stop drinking my promise

No love her promise - both!

Opp upstair her rental house

Opp downstairs my (sister) house!

One side love started at

4×4 her age & 5×5 my age!

She is always in South India

Am maximum in North India!

Am always loving you

Does your parents like me?

It is disorganized till an organized piece

Pops up to bring peace

And to put the mind at ease

So we write and write

Till every word is right

Like the writings of Charles Wright

Sheet after sheet, line after line

Time and again, always not what's mind

I try to say this but I really meant that

I crumple it up and then straighten it back

It's never enough and I know it won't do

It won't do for me, and it's not about you

I guess I'll give up throwing good work away

Or maybe tomorrow. I just can't today

Tomorrow or someday, that's always the line

The day I'll stop doubting each half-witted rhyme

I feel their eye's judging, though no one can see

I'll stop working for them, and do it for me

A blank sheet of paper before me

Just begging to be filled with prose

I have no idea what to put down

I'm really sure nobody knows

But after I'm done I can tell you

If you like it or not I don't care

As long as I'm happy with it

I'll decide if I want to share

Fresh Sheets

Seductive ink flows over silken sheets shifting as you move over them smudging their appearance spoiling crisp clean surface Blots of fluidity proof of one living DNA recorded for a time excited the quill quickens rushes over as the mind wills ever onwards determined to finish Then a sigh and peace as dreams float on new linen

(c) A M Docherty

Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK