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) (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2023 00:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A bit like the lost syllables - Orchi knows where to find them - nice one Andy.
Thank you Michael, good to hear from you.
Andy
Evolution dear Andy, poema are never finished ❤️
Very true Teddy.
Andy
We never forget - like elephants. Or do we forget some things?!
Sorry! Who are you? LOL.
LOL. But I had a terrible hurtful snub, when a couple said that to me at a funeral. Their unsaid words were 'Go away, you ridiculous little man!' Horrible experience.
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