Plodding through a myriad of thoughts
That need unscrambling to make sense.
Once a thought is completed and done,
It is at once printed and saved in my file.
I can't stand the loss of thoughts once printed,
As they may never appear again in the same way.
There is always something new in the original,
That could not be captured when rewritten.
I've been there and can relate. I'll read an old poem and change a few words sometimes but its never the same "rush" as when I first put the words down.
Love and blessings,
Linda
Love ya!
Jane
get turned and tossed.
If I don't save the ones I want,
they'll surely get lost.
Michaerl D.