A Lost Poem Poem by >Starr Williams<
A Lost Poem
Last night I had this amazing poem,
stuck in my head,
But much to tired, I thought, “Oh I’ll remember.”
and jumped into bed!
Now this morning, try as I may,
I cannot remember,
what this poem was about!
Love….snow…or winter!
I wish I could remember because it was
both beautiful and bright,
If only I had taken the time
to simply sit and write!
Now you my dear reader,
will simply have to trust,
This poem was lovely,
but now its not here,
And this poem about nothing
is merely a distorted mirror,
Of what this perfect poem
Was to be,
But I guess we’ll just have to imagine,
Both you, and me.
To all the poems that should have been, but we were to lazy to write them......
Forgetfulness is a nature and do not worry of lost things in this material world and I praised Lisa's comments which is perfectly correct.Keep on writing until the candle burns! Good luck Starr!
Ahh, yes, many a times I too have delayed the penning of inspiration...and then forgotten my poem. Or simply fallen asleep before I could reach the pen. Still I very well written poem. -landrey
A nice poetic imagination, Starr. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Yes, very true. It is a beautiful write. Love.....................................................Risha
I've done it a million times and will do it many more. cool write. But if we did not forget good poems then we would not be able to write peoms like this. ~Inkweaver
I don't think there is a single writer alive who hasn't written the most perfect poem ever written (at bedtime) and it is GONE by morning! Very funny write. Scarlett
I think we can all relate here! Very frustrating! Nice write Starr. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:28:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh no Starr, this happened to me once. I typed up a poem straight from my head onto the pc. The pc froze and I lost my poem. I was so upset. I kinda regained it though. I can be lying in bed and a poem comes to my head so I jump out of bed and write it down. Then another line comes into my head so I get up and write it down again and thats all I do all night and Paul keeps asking in a very sleepy voice.'Darling what are you doing? ', I reply'well if I dont write it down now I'll forget it in the morning'hehe.xxxxxxxx