Lost Poem Poem by John Shea
Lost Poem
It was on this page, then gone
Like feathers blowing in the wind.
Where is the prose I wrote?
Not a letter is in sight.
I am looking with all my might.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
Today I wrote a new poem,
Was it lost in cyberspace?
I hope not for I might not know it,
Even staring at me in the face.
Give me a break, my memories are at stake.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
A good repeated line for memory but I'm afraid there is not much else. An average poem. GW62
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4/24/2024 11:59:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
John your poem is probably sitting next to the one I wrote that flew off into cyberspace... it was appropriately titled 'Lost'. As you, I searched and searched to no avail... Lost was lost.