Lost in distractions
By cadymae
I lost a poem.
Some where between idle musing in line
and hot coffee in hand merging doing 50.
It had something
to do with the couple I spied
leaving their home earlier than normal.
(How do I know that just glancing over?)
All dressed up in their
last century's best.
If we had moths down here, like they
do up there,
her old camel-hair would have been threadbare.
I bet it still smells of mothballs, and cedar closets
where the
children used to play.
It might have been Whitman who admonished
"carry a pen and capture all.
They never return from whence they
came."
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Copyright 2013 cadymae
Published on Friday, March 15, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, February 22, 2018, sIo
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I’m distressed after reading this but I’m the faintest way. Like hugging a stranger.
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On Friday, January 19, 2018, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
Record everything. Even if it feels trite, shite or overwrite. There's a good home waiting for all lines and phrasing. And the single words.
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On Saturday, March 16, 2013, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...a lost poem is the saddest thing. the torment of trying to hold something so tenuous when the world is exploding around you...