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

A Lefty eh? Me too.

That thumbnail took a pounding like BOTH of mine

And that scar.... that scar....

Doris? Doris, is that you?

A blury horizon.

A path I cannot see.

It's formless and bland,

But it's calling to me.

I cannot grasp its splendor,

But it's graffitied on to my mind.

It's not very impressive to most,

But me?

I know that it's a canvas,

waiting for me to bring color to its smile.

The arrival

In a place beyond the norm, there is light just no dark

Here there’s is space that does not exist, a dimension beyond time

There’s no beginning and no ending it just a state of mind

As you float through this void a million frames pop up like Polaroid’s Pictures that are blank, no story has yet been told

Through one of these blank spaces we must go

For that story to unfold, a beautiful poem it will be of the sweet life to come

For on the other side our new mother waits in pain for the birth!

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She tried to show him the horizon;

the expanse of it all,

everything that was open to them.

He stared out with her.

"Darling, I see nothing."

I think that is a see through square

I don't believe that's a polaroid there

Photo Quandary

If I take a photograph

of this moment

will it be something

that I want to look at

years later or will it be

a discarded memory?

Maybe I should enjoy

the present and

not try to capture it.

Uncompleted Memories

I close my eyes and then I see,

The ocean waves staring back at me.

Only a mirror a slide from the past,

In my mind it crept, moving way to fast.

So blue the sea a perfect transfer,

But never again the way we were.

The slide is empty an uncompleted task,

Forgotten memories, of love that did not last.

© Cynthia Clark

i am Broken, Broken by you.

you can see in my eyes

and find hidden tears

you can keep your hand

on my heart and feel

how much i am sad

all the words you said

all the promises you made

it hurts me every moment

it makes me cry

yes i am trying

but it is hard to survive

yes i am not dead

but i am not alive

coz i am broken, broken by you.

Written By Taha Warsi

Though you passed so long ago

My darling, I still miss you so.

Your voice; still dimly heard;

Sad emotions so easily stirred

But still, I can shuffle through

All these mental pictures of you.

I picture my dreams

so hard to reach

like distant horizons

ebbing and flowing

toing and froing

coming and going

yet so far away

so hard to reach

Framed inside

memories or reality?