My poetry’s gone,
I don’t know where,
I can’t think of what to write I swear,
But somewhere deep,
In the back of my mind,
Is a verse, a story or nursery rhyme,
As yet unwritten,
Therefore unread,
That’s tormenting me, in the back of my head,
Is it tragic? Or joyous?
I haven’t a clue,
A fictional tale? Or historically true ?
Is the hero a Troll? A man? or a mouse?
I can’t seem to focus on what it’s about,
But it has to be written,
Or it will drive me insane,
Oh! Damn it, Oh! Damn it, I’ve lost it again,
Now, was it going to be funny?
Or was it going to be sad?
I can’t seem to remember the stanza’s I had,
Was it poetry? Prose?
Or maybe a song?
I had it just now but it seems to be gone,
Washed from my mind,
Like the tides ebb and flow,
My poetry’s gone, wasn’t I telling you so?.
By S.E.Ralph
7th-10th-2011
Anna
with you (and paper) always so you can write down each and every line that pops into that poetic mind of yours .However,your frustration of 'not remembering' has delivered a cute and funny gem for your fans to read...only you could make a poem out of not being able to!!!you are amazing.
Hugs to you and Sally
from
your friend
Kay
Connie