Sporadic Ink
 

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Raindrops rushing during spring
Sunset brings such crimson color
Bird’s singing by the evening.

Ink seeps over canvas sheets
Sometimes I delete these poems
They seem to keep repeat, repeat.

Return to the roots of self
Hoping health will be ever strong
So I can climb up the bookshelf.

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this is short and simple.you dont really bring me a picture and thats the meat of poetry so you should work on trying to expand the image you are trying to show.also this is a heavily used topic so you have to come very strong and judging by this you dont have the strength for that yet.try love poems and work from there.its easy to talk about what you love because you feel more passionately about it and therefore it reflects in your words.

I like this poem very much.... I can relate, it seems your writing of the inevitable damper of writers block. I love the imagery and wordplay. I also like the fact how you had it set up kinda like a Haiku.