James McLain

Gold Star - 38,494 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

I Cannot Make Her Come Any Faster - Poem by James McLain

I cannot make her come any faster,
Why does the cotton lay wet in the fields?
The sea, the ocean the waves, leave
There mark on her face.
Someone alone inside of my head, speaking
For me I have read.
Today she's o.k. in the past, she was not,
Where does the time we have used, where does
It go?
Tomorrow again she I knew,
When it rains, her cotton lies wet in the field.

Topic(s) of this poem: green

Comments about I Cannot Make Her Come Any Faster by James McLain

  • (5/19/2017 10:07:00 PM)

    All poetry is good poetry
    except my bad poetry
    but I love your poetry
    because it makes me

    Is this poetry?
    I can't make her come any faster
    than this

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  • Jefferson Carter (5/19/2017 8:58:00 PM)

    Is It Poetry? Yes, but not very good poetry. You need to read LOTS of the best contemporary verse if you're going to improve as a poet.

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    Tell me what you think. Yrs, JC
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 19, 2017

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