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SOL – March 13 “I long to be your friend but how can I? “

I long to be your friend but how can I?

I long to be your friend but how can I, if I am not friendly.

I wish to make you happy but how could I, if I am so sad myself.

I want you to stay good but how could you, when I do you so much wrong.

I try to reassure you while I’m feeling so unsure.

I try to offer guidance when I’m a castaway.

I wish to soothe your pain but I have no remedy for my own ache.

I hope that you’ll forgive me because I cannot forgive myself.

I hope you’ll comprehend: I’m utterly depressed, constantly rude, tactlessly selfish, but still…

Your friend.


My Cinquain ****Just A Peek****

Hi there!

Whenever I feel stuck and frustrated because full and well-structured sentences refuse to come out right, I find that free-writing helps overcome these feelings, and what a better way to do so than writing a cinquain poem.
In these lines I try to express what a cinquain poem means to me.
 

Poem

strange refrain.

Explain, chain, entertain.

Free   writing,    no   refrains:

Cinquain.

******Just A Peek*****


SOLSC_March 24. Spring Cleaning

Memories in boxes
……stocked up in dark corners,
…………long forgotten full of dust.


In between spider webs
……secrets are kept hidden
…………under the shadow of their threads.

 

Insignificant precious junk
……filling up the house,

…………cluttering the walls,
………………eating up our space.


How we long for them to stay
……..C linging on to that last bit of evidence from the past.

ories in boxes
stocked up in dark corners,
long forgotten full of dust.
.
In between spider webs
secrets are kept hidden
under the shadow of their threads.
.
Insignificant precious junk
filling up the house,
cluttering the walls,
eating up our space.
.
How we long for them to stay.
Clinging on to that last bit of evidence from the past.

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