The word glorious is uppermost
as he listens to the birds in the field
feeling the impending heat of the day
trying to break through the cool air
causing vapors to rise from the meadow
it’s another glad to be alive morning
and the poet in frustration ponders
searching for words to tell his feelings.
They come and he’s without paper or pen
memory will serve and he basks in the day
complacent and confident he anticipates
an afternoon of writing a moving testament
arriving home he finds the words have fled
with the coolness of the morning air
all he feels is the heat of summer
and a frustrated poet vows
never again to be without paper or pen
while the poem drifts on the winds
of what might have been.
Marcia, this has happened to me on more than one occasion. You have written this so beautifully, and I especially like the imagery in the first stanza.
I can certainly relate to this piece, Marcia, as I'm sure many can. We are so often inspired by our surroundings, and without paper and pen, they can flee before we know it. This is quite bothersome. Nicely captured frustration. Best, Elizabeth
i felt a personal anguish when I read your attentive piece, my muse arrives just as I'm about to sleep...I always believe I will remember the words in the morning, but I never do...
A lovely piece.. I usually am of the 'if they are meant to be they shall return' mood. Although I have been frustrated a time or two when they have not..))
"...writing a moving testament..." yes, truly poets do that, making ink of their souls and quills from the thorns piercing their hearts to compose a few phrases that will grab your emotions like no one.
This has happened to me all too often. Great poem on how a poet can get frustrated at times when he lose what might have been his best poem for lack of paper and pen near by. LOL
Such a true and beautiful write. If you ever figure out how to get waterproof paper for the bath, let me know. That's where I write many and lose many. Well done Marcia. Love, Bonnie
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Or when reading a poem so lyrically wise and compassionate as this one.
Aberjhani
Are you an early morning writer?
Blessings,
John Michael
Edwin
hugs, Myrna
Credit Illuminating Write...
TRASK
Be always safe,
Karen
of what might have been.
Quite powerful, Marcia.
Georg
Jude has a good idea there; worth trying.
Ted
enjoyed this piece very much Marcia...
John
Thank you.
With love,
Cindy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.