The all true horror of lost words and lines. If you are a writer of any kind you will get this poem.
They are ghosts that whisper haunting words to me. Words that I cannot hold in my head long enough to put pen to paper. Like water seeping thought cupped hands. They fill me up then escape me just as fast.
I relate. But I resolved that problem many years ago with a little hand-held digital recorder that I keep with me at all times. It's even on the night-stand when I sleep. Peace...r
I think you're too distracted. Something comes up and you lose that train of thought. If I have some good thoughts in my head, I usually can recall them when I need to, to write a poem, story or even a book.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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