Treasure Island

maria goodison

(06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

Forgotten To Think

I've forgotten how to think how strange this is for me.

To forget a thought that you need the most

the complex way you shake your brain in hope

it might return.

Even trying not to think incase it come back oh

how strange this is to forget a thought that had to

make so much sence but now that thought got lost

and the sense follow it to.

To loss the thought to think and think the thought

had gone.

Submitted: Thursday, May 15, 2014

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  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/15/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    Hello Poet Maria. I don't know if you intended it to be funny, but it hit me that way. I wrote an entire poem, had it almost completed and then deleted it. I next tried to remember it and ended pup writing an entirely new poem. O well. I enjoyed. Come and visit my work when you can. Loyd (Report) Reply

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