Onlinebookclub Poem

[stoppoppingtheP]

Okay guys, I thought of an idea. Why don't we write an Onlinebookclub poem. You just have to contribute to the poem, just a few lines. Let's see where this will take us.
Okay, I've started:


I lie here on this summer night
With hardly any light

Pondering what to write
That will interest and delight...

[Christina O Phillips]

but the gentle breeze that is blowing
swept away ideas that were growing

[Amagine]

I get up and think as I walk away
"Why can't I write this poem today?"

My head is pounding
My hands are throbbing
I hold myself to keep from sobbing.

[Maria joraimah]

Outside the silence is deafening
And the darkness is uninspiring

My headache worsens
My anxiety deepens

[Czarmaine AM]

and then as if by some miracle,
I stopped being hysterical

I started to notice the sweet smell of roses
I closed my eyes and listened to tiny voices

[Mashell Chapeyama]

What a wonder, when the world's minds converge here,
As if we all were here seated side by side, on onlinebookclub,
At times assessing and reassessing each other's literary maturity,
The sun, the moons, the stars and more galaxies staring at us all,
As we put all our collective visions, intellects, cravings together,
Or are all these our skeletons in the cupboard?

[ANDREW MBAGO]

Time and distance separate us
But still we meet at obc regularly.
Even if distance envy our unity
We are still stitched together at obc.

[Vivian Paschal]

Here, our thoughts together flow
In this gathering of great minds
And yes, together we grow
All we readers of all kinds