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) (
Online) - Published: December 10th, 2025 02:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I wonder if those lost words gather in other poets minds.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
This poem reveals the musings of the mind of a poet. Indeed I have suffered that process many times and found it frustrating that the original words did not fit. I have even changed the whole poem to fit one word but that doesn't work well either. A fun read Andy
Much appreciated soren, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Gold
Good write Gold. A stream of consciousness? I find it's OK if we get in the flow. Sometimes I lose the flow, thinking 'What rhymes with.......'?
Thank you Orchi. Very true.
Andy
Yes, so true. Clever write. Thanks for sharing your talent Goldfinch!
Most kind Katie, thank you so much.
Andy
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