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Somehow It Seems I Forgot

Somehow it seems I forgot

Why should I write each emotion I’m feeling 
when no one will stroll to my side
An unending song filled with passion and yearning 
now praying for one to confide
Dreaming in colors that glow in a meadow
where butterflies float on the breeze
Alongside a river of flowing desires 
meandering under the trees

Why take my pen from its brown leather casing 
and place it on top of the page
Spilling some ink in a nice cursive fashion 
just ends up revealing my age
Where no one will read as they go passing lightly 
in search of the next future star
While here I will sit at a desk made a plastic 
away from wherever you are

Can you explain in a poetic sentence 
why words can’t be read like they feel
Is it a style or a strange way to tell us 
that lacks in enormous appeal
Comments won’t come if you stand slinging arrows 
with targets right there tween the eyes
So it would seem that the retaliation 
would come in the form of replies  

Don’t put too much in these phrases I’m writing 
for I am just bored half to death
Wondering if I would post something stupid 
now pausing to inhale a breath
Would some of you come just to see what I’m thinking 
or figure my thoughts matter not
I had an ending to this when I started 
but somehow it seems I forgot

nonsenserhyme

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Charmaine Chircop

November 5, 2018 at 4:06 PM

Guess many of us feel this way at times Chris...Don't we ?:).I hope I read your every word as it should feel today...Trying to make up for the time I stay away...Many a time is for the same reason you'd written about..Should I take that pen out of the leather case and write,would it make a difference.Your words definitely do Chris..so keep on writing.

Chris Green

November 5, 2018 at 4:22 PM

We sure do and some days it just gets to me a little more than others. I am happy you could relate to this though not happy that you won't take that pen out of its leather case and write some more on here. Thank you my friend for everything

Unfamiliar Flower

November 5, 2018 at 3:30 AM

this poem feels like you've read my mind... "Can you explain in a poetic sentence why words can’t be read like they feel".. i wish i knew the answer to that.. no one can tell what crosses the mind in the deepest moment... you don't need and ending!! you can go on and on

Chris Green

November 5, 2018 at 10:43 AM

Thank you so very much unfamiliar flower for your kind words. I think many of us feel this way.

Gershon Wolf

November 3, 2018 at 8:49 PM

Those last two lines brought such a smile to my face, wider than the Cheshire Cat's. Well-done! ~ gw

Chris Green

November 5, 2018 at 10:42 AM

Thanks my friend. They just seemed fitting since it was the end and all. :)

Lifes' Tapestry

November 3, 2018 at 12:22 AM

To encapsulate emotions is a difficult tasks, as the senses lack the definitions available, when your hand asks, for to feel, has an indescribable quality that is for touch alone and no words are yet made for the poets written tone.

Chris Green

November 5, 2018 at 10:41 AM

Then maybe we should make some, come up with our own poetic dictionary? I like encapsulate, that's a good one to start with. :) Thanks LT for reading and commenting.

Lin Lane

November 2, 2018 at 3:55 PM

You could've continued this one long into the night and not bored me. So what if it's just idle thoughts. Sometimes those have more of a deep-seated meaning than something given more serious contemplation. Keep writing, Chris. I and many others are reading.

Chris Green

November 2, 2018 at 4:11 PM

Thanks Lin. I always appreciate when you stop by to leave such nice thoughts for me. I admire you so as a poet so your comments mean a lot to me.