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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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Reflection
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That's a little creepy Andy - have you got some kind of access to my skull? I was doing that two minutes ago, gave up and ended up here....
Hopefully lost words will return in another context.
Good ''Un....
Yes I have access to many things, I am also known as Andalexa. 😈👿😈.
Those lost words will turn up when you do not expect them.
Thank you.
Andy
You dun it to me agin, ain' you son? I'm gonna find out where you live and come for a little chat.....
I sorted out yer Prof Google who was about as useful as a wet week on Sunday.. Andalexa wasn't in the frame.....
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I keep a file of lost words, unused phrases. When inspiration fades I will often look at that file and something fires up, starts that chain reaction of creativity, a poem is born.
Yes I too have a file (pieces of paper scattered all over) with sayings and phrases on.
Andy
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They come and go as the Muse decides their uses. ; )
Well penned Andy.
That Muse has a great deal for which to show us AP.
Andy
Better keep the ink and quill close by. ; )
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yeah brother, yeah - and the rest...
I can so relate!
thank you Andy, so it's not just me... lol
Thank you Mek.
Andy
so many times I wish my mind,
too had a button called ‘rewind’,
for while penning my thoughts,
what brought me here, I forgot.
I’ll go over your thoughtful poem a few times, and maybe it will help this poor soul
In my old mind the rewind button has stopped working Suresh, but bits of paper work for me.
Andy
I keep a dictator recorder on hand so the little lovelies that pop into my head are not lost and don't flutter on by. It can be so hard to remember them later, otherwise. Thanks for your poem. I enjoyed it.
Thank you ff, I too have some recordings but I forget that I ha very recorded those words. LOL
Andy
I for one actually do believe there is a word graveyard somewhere .. not just for words tho but for thoughts and ideas and concepts etc ...
a nice thought provoking post today sir .. thank you 🙂
Thank you Neville, does that mean I will be able to use those words in the future after my demise - not for a very long time though.
Andy
"Thee is a place where all the lost words go," just as there is for "Lost boys," and "Misfit toys." I believe it's called, "The File of Lost Words" We all have one in one form or another. It has saved me more than once.
Well, i think you've expressed it best here in your poem, so I'll just say thanks for justifying everyone's crazy note files. -Phil A.
Thank you Phil, yes I believe we all have a file of lost words, it is just a matter of trying to remember them.
Andy
They go back into the ether to be recycled. 😉 nice work as usual
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Andy
I am sitting here waiting for my lost words to find me. Interesting insight.
They are there waiting for you mandm.😄
Andy
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