You start a new poem with such eager ease,
The words flow like a torrent from your mind.
Then you read the rhyme that has formed,
On the paper in front of you,
And find the text,
Does not show what you meant.
Some words are changed from fresh ideas
That come from a new found river in your mind.
Yes that is better, you think to yourself,
As the page, shows the better sense,
Of the altered words
Read on this newly revised page.
But the words that you dismissively changed,
Garnered from the reservoir of your mind
And substituted for those more apt,
What happened to them?
Is it really that,
There is a place where all the lost words go?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem many years ago but Michael Edwards poem POETICAL OUTTAKES reminded me of it so I have put it on the site.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Gold. I don't chop and change many words. I find if I change too many, the whole poem gets ruined.
I wish I lost some words in 1066. You know the ones: 'Look up, Sire!'
Thank you Orchi.
Well said Andy - pleased my rambles gave you the idea to post this.
Thanks Michael, as you well know inspiration comes from so many places in poetry, art and music.
Good questions to ask re. lost words Goldi - - poets suffer from idea-rivers that change their course midway between thoughts.
Thank you Fay. You are so right, that river of thought changes so often as we write the words.
HI ANDY ~ Love Nigel Kennedy A Rebel with a CAUSE !
Seated one day at my PC
My fingers strayed across the keys
There arose such a Phrase of Ecstasy
It sent a tremble through my knees ..........!
Love your Poem triggered by MIKE:
V 1. Transfer of WORDS from mind to paper is never easy
V 2. ALL Great Poets edit their manuscripts
V 3. Lost WORDS ~ like lost CHORDS ~ oscillate through the ether eternally !
Love to JOYCE ~ Yours as always BRIAN & ANGELA
Thank you A & B, the ether must be full of lost words and chords, I will collect them all one day.
Lovely,so aptly describing a poets dilemma.
I think these 'lost words' go into a mental folder which burns within us crying out to be released, to be expressed, to be written.
So often i will hear a well known piece and think, i wish i could do that but say something like it from a different angle. I fail, but the longing remains... one day!
That 'one day' will come da.
Those dilemmas poets have seem to be soon overcome when the muse strikes.
Andy,
Loved the music! Very soothing!
A fine write. So glad you shared it!
Love to Joyce and you!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, most kind.
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