REQUIEM TO A SAD POETESS

 

The many words she has inscribed upon the page

Reveal the unhappiness and anguish she has known

That she has suffered throughout her life can be seen

For in so many ways she has often felt alone

 

In her simple words she tries to show

Why it is difficult for her to understand

How life could deal her such cruel blows

Why fate had dealt her a losing hand

 

And so she picks up her pen to write

For she wants all the world to know

That unhappiness has marred her life

In the same way that the weather is blighted by the winter snow

 

But life is very much like seasons

The winter snow melts and spring eventually comes again

The sunshine will break through the clouded skies

And happiness will take the place of pain

 

And so she now faces life with hopes renewed

Knowing here are opportunities that she can take

Opportunities which will give her much satisfaction

And that failing to take them would be a terrible mistake

 

We can now see that her happiness is returning

But its completion may take a little while

The visions of joy which the future holds

Can now be seen in her winsome smile 

By Ron Martin

How Do We Read

When you look upon the written word
How do you read what thought was sent
It isn’t the type or print that can influence
It is our own emotion, times we spent.

 

For black and white, possibly color added
The pages cannot give us the intent of heart
So why do we feel the words deep within
Can we know the end, reading from the start.

 

As we read the words that another has shared
We feel with the thoughts that we put to word
Not like a recording where we feel their emotion
The words read give us any emotion that is stirred.

 

Each has a reason why we read someone’s word
And I’m thankful for those that return to read mine
If I could put my emotion clearly into each word I write
You’d understand the reason for each letter of a line.

Charles Townsend

Words Hidden – Promote Yourself

The sky is lovely and the stars shine bright
A pen is with me – I think I should write
I sat on the grass and I tried not to think
But ideas came out in just one blink.

Oh words, why am I running out of you?
Transform my thoughts – use every hue
Come to me, for it is my heart that speaks,
Come to me, for it is my mind that seeks.

I do not have a lot; I do not have enough
Perhaps I should stop for it might be a bluff
The calm sky roared, it seemed to disagree
My mind is in pain, please set it free

I must look for the treasure that I have lost
For love is there and you don’t know its cost
Hope exists but the words remain hidden
And so do arguments that can’t be overridden.

The sun had risen and I was still wide-awake
Pain was there – I don’t know how much I can take
All I ever wanted was for my voice to be heard
But how, but how, for I am lost for words

Shevaun Lemieux