Lost Poem

By Michelle Dee | Mar 05, 2010

 

I still kick myself
for not lifting my tired limbs
to reach out for a pen and paper
to scratch out the poem
that was swirling around
in my head as I lay
down for that decadent
afternoon nap.

Instead, I drifted off
to a lovely, fuzzy place
and as I did,
I continued to savor
the beginnings of a poem
about what, I don’t know.

Sleepily, I kept adding lines
like counting sheep …
forgetting them almost
as soon as I bore them out.

All gone now …
lost in the hour long
restful haze.


 

Comments (1)
Posted by: Steve Crane | Mar 15, 2010 18:48

Oh how many times I've wished I'd done the same.  I guess the poem was just for you.  This one... was for sharing.  Thank you



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