Lost Poem
by Rachel Hoyt
image by MR LIGHTMAN via freedigitalphotos.net
Missing: one poem in rhyme,
Last seen Wednesday around nine.
Two lines in the shower came,
Then dribbled right down the drain;
Three feelings blew through at noon,
Then skipped off to hop the moon;
Four signs on my commute shone,
Then went dark as sunset moaned;
Five rhymes chimed in a bird's song,
Then were hushed by a ding-dong;
Six words sparkled in my eyes,
Then went mute like stealthy spies.
The lines vanished before my pen,
Somewhere between now and when.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
Wired recently examined why creativity sprouts
when you're in the shower or out and about.
If Apple or Microsoft reads here that would be cool; we ( I most certainly) is in need of a device which records thoughts as we think them. Even the fantastically fade by the time paper and pen is in hand. Enjoyed the read, good shtufffs.
ReplyDeleteIf anyone as big as Microsoft or Apple reads here that would be very, very cool... but I think I only wish to be that influential. :) I'll keep trying! Thanks for pooping in.
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