Cona Adams Poet Rhyme

I Want To Write a New Poem Today

This morning, inside my breast
I feel that time is ebbing away
speeding past like a runaway train
the 16 waking hours of each day

this loss leaves me reeling in pain
the page before me is crisp white
unmarred by pen or inked mark
fading away in the sleepy night

Like thunder, this beating heart
bursting now with thoughts bound
in unexpressed feelings held
inside closed, uncharted ground

If I could only somehow meld
words in expressive illumination 
with sharp, image stamping verbiage
I’d write a rhyming narration.

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Jack Ellison February 24, 2015 at 7:59 PM Methinks you just did write a rhyming narration!!! I can totally relate my friend... although at this ripe old age of 79, I would have expected to be drooling and soiling my Pampers for Seniors! But I'm still sharp as a... crack... sack... frack... tack!!! That's it... a tack! Cona Adams February 25, 2015 at 5:57 AM Well, I'm 79 too. But not for long, my 80th birthday is only two months away. Hubby is 82. I tease him that I will always be younger than him. Who knew that it would be like this, that we would still be looking forward to new things at this age? We've been married 60 years. Loved your comment, Jack. And, reading your poems is a trip down humor avenue.

Jan Allison February 22, 2015 at 1:11 PM think you just did:-) Hugs Jan xx Cona Adams February 22, 2015 at 6:24 PM Thanks, Jan for another special visit from you. Have a beautiful day!

Ilene Bauer February 22, 2015 at 11:38 AM and so you have (and we are all the better for it!)... Cona Adams February 22, 2015 at 6:23 PM Thanks so much Ilene. Good to hear from you again. Have a great Sunday afternoon.

Kp Nunez February 22, 2015 at 7:38 AM Never thought a poem can be written even about a "writer's block". This proves that there is no limit to a poet's imagination. Great one, Cona. Smiles from the land of thousand isles. :D Kim Cona Adams February 22, 2015 at 6:22 PM Thank you, Kim. Smiles back to you and wishes for all the best.