Immaterial Things Such as These
I wish I had a notepad
and a pen
with me, or by my side
each time
the makings of a poem
I may never
now write, finds its way
into that
portion of mind which
serves as
a reservoir in which my
hopes, dreams
and wishes, all seem to
dissolve or
then shamelessly drown ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Yes, how is it that words come to us and we don't have a notepad nearby?
This is so also, for about 500 poems I had in mind for KP, in the genre 'put-downs!' lol.
I wonder if when she skins you, you will look like some kind of sausage .. am asking on behalf of a butcher
Neville loved the format of this poem it seemed a zipper that was closed. Never the less it's rhythm rolled out as if the zipper was unfastening. I too wished I had had a pen many times when thoughts drown in that reservoir of the mind. Now that everyone carries a smart phone just hit the mic and record each thought for latter.
thanks a million my friend .. I imagine that's what most would be scribes do nowadays .. I'm just an old fashioned guy so think I'll stick with my papyrus and wax tablets for the time being .. Neville
For the want of a pen my friend, too many great thoughts disappearing into the ether. This poem flows so beautifully that, inhaling deeply, I read it aloud all in one breath and it was amazing. I'm so glad this wonderful poem did not escape you. !!!!!!
I reckon I shall sleep easy tonight many thanks for that Bella .. hope your world is now treating you more kindly .. Neville
Feeling quite recovered, thank you.
Phew ...... told ya I will sleep tonight didn't I .. good to hear ..
I relate. Ideas for poems often come to me when I'm trying to sleep. I keep a pen and notepad in bed. Great work.
Thanks TWC .. NVP 🙂
I'm assuming this is chronic among poets, I for one have this problem, and I've taken to carrying a pen and a small paper-pad. How many times have I raced home to record a thought before losing it to my 80-year-old brain? You have brilliantly called out this unfortunate calamity. Maybe we can find a universal solution. Looks to me like the younger generation has the answer with technology. Although I hate it when they start talking into their watch and I think they are talking to me. What to do? I vote for pad and pen. At least it is silent. - Phil A
I was once asked by an old flame if I had ever considered using my Dictaphone .. I said how dare you .. and that was it ... over .. Cheers Phil 🙂
Neville. You at least could have shown her what all the buttons were for and how to dial up the right number. Maybe she would have liked to speak into it, then you could always listen to the playback as a memento.
That resevoir is becoming full in my mind Neville so |I carry a notebook with me all the time.
Andy
....................................................... Dam ........ me too 🙂
Writers are
desperate
people and
when they stop
being desperate
they stop being
writers."
-Charles
Bukowski
Its great to have you back Parisab .. I hope your world is being kind to you and you plan to linger longer, you have been muchly missed .. and may your gods smile down upon you .. thanks for the CB quote .. he's missed too .. Kindest of Regards, Neville
Thank you for your care as always-yes I was walking around where he used to hang out-after reading your poem I thought of his quote-and in your case no matter how many ideas you miss, you will always have more inspiration, prolific poet friend…
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