The idea was in my mind
To write a poem.
That poem never came
As other words took over
And another poem was written.
I wonder if I will ever write
The original poem.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2025 00:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I would guess that I am not alone in doing this.
- Category: Reflection
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Somethings just happen .. Other things happen for the best .. Neville
Quite true Neville, Thank you.
Andy
Would that be the poem you were going to write tomorrow, as in the thing I never get right: 'Yesterday was the day you worried about tomorrow', is it?! lol.
Maybe it was Orchi, I may never know.
Manapause? 🤣
Pause is quite right Teddy. LOL
Andy
That poem is now conversing with a dozen others of mine that met the same fate. A poem that I can identify with.
I am sure it happens to many of us soren. Thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
Oh a touch of deja Vu, enjoyed the read
Very true Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
They never come back! Unlike me my friend.
Always good to see you and receive the music gift I'd never find or play.
Good to see you Dan, I hope all is OK.
Andy
A quiet, meta‑reflection on creativity’s elusive nature; the intended poem slipping away as another takes its place. In its simplicity, it captures that familiar mix of acceptance and lingering curiosity, leaving the “lost idea” suspended, perhaps forever, in possibility. Good one, Andy; I've "lost" a few this way, this year...
Thank you for your kind understanding words arqios.
Andy
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