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

Across the burning sands I ride

Hurrying, scurrying to the tide

The wind at my face hurting so much

Stinging and burning to the touch

But then I get where I am going

and the water there is flowing

Suddenly I yearn to go back

where my love was never to lack

Why is it we are never content

where we are so we relent

and leave quickly to another place

hoping happiness shows on our face

When we learn we made a mistake

contentment again we must fake.

Drifting sands

Buried in the sands, treasures that I seek,

A box full of memories of you and me.

Drifting sands I cannot ease this ache,

Dig deeper. My soul is buried for my heart’s sake.

© Cynthia Clark

Too Late

I left my virginity down there

It's too late now

to get it back

Nature can certainly be

a double edged sword.

Beauty, wonder and danger

can be all on one accord.

The first warm breeze

of a cool spring day.

Can suddenly change

in a very destructive way.

Aren't all things like that

both beauty and bold.

All these things to accept

least that's what I'm told.