David Howerton

Rookie - 0 Points (11/18/1959 / San Jose California)

Once They'Re Lost - Poem by David Howerton

Old books piled
every dusty room
notebooks scattered
on every stack.
Some full others not
just gathering poems
on pages most bad
a few worth typing.
Can't find half finished sonnet
start throwing
filled notebooks in boxes
as they fill
put in garage
a couple years before rereading.
Only then will half-finished poem
let itself be found,
muse playing games.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010


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