I have only been writing poetry for just over 2 years, so sorry Zy. Blooming heck no wonder you have so much to choose from ya old poet you !

This is one of my early ones, and I could have rewritten it in so many ways.....

 

I pick up the book from the bedside table
Where it was left six months ago
Blow off the dust, and thumb the pages
Where I had got to, I don’t know
To carry on, that seemed best
However, I find I have no interest
To get back in my rut, wondering what to do
So as usual, I just lay there, thinking of you

 

Turn cartwheels until
Ruts, lead to paths of decision
Not the book
But the dust upon it

So many endings unforeseen
Those thoughts now memories
Perhaps, one day�?I shall write the book.