need to be heard,

to make their voices known.

But is anyone listening?


By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Adelaide Crapsey…Cinquain

Here is a beautiful cinquain by the developer of this lovely art form, Please see my article on Adelaide Crapsey in Thoughtful Thursdays – Did You Know (13) at: Enjoy!


With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees

And fall.

By Adelaide Crapsey

If I Could Tell You…3

If I could tell you about my brand new song,

now inspired by the love I’ve wanted for so long.

If I could tell you about the happiness I feel,

my moments of joy, would you try to steal?

Now gone from your life, do you now regret,

all the time we spent, the day that we met.

Or could you just be happy for me?

Things turned out the way they should be,

If I could tell you, would you believe?

Your apology accepted, I thoroughly receive.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

If I Could Tell You…2

If I could tell you my most secret thoughts,

could I trade them in for the things once bought?

If I could tell you about the price I’ve paid,

the debts incurred because I stayed.

The sleepless nights, the endless hours,

spent dangling under your hypnotic power.

If I could tell you about the constant suffering,

the excuses made, a sad attempt at buffering.

If I could tell you… about your hurtful words,

flung thoughtlessly, outrageous and absurd

If I could tell you all of these things,

would it make a difference, or more heartache bring?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

If I Could Tell You…(1)

This is one of three poems to follow. The prompt, “If I could tell you” was given in a class I’ve been taking on Saturday mornings. Our assignment was to write a poem using this line. I wrote one poem in class which is this one, but insisted on writing two others using this same prompt,just because. Hopefully, you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

If I could tell you how I really feel,

would it change the game, a brand new deal?

If I could tell you what you mean to me,

together again, would we now be?

If I could tell you about the nights I’ve cried,

and awakened to tear-stained pillows dried.

If I could tell you just how lonely I’ve been,

without my soul mate, my very best friend.

Would my telling all, be a means to an end?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall