Thoughts...

[PBAnnie]

(They were here just a moment ago...)


It's lost,* it's gone.
It's not to be found.
This thought I had
It fell to the ground.

My mind ablaze
The spark was just there.
But now it's gone
I do not know where.

I'm sure it was
A brilliant design.
So bold, so great,
No one could decline.

Perhaps this thought
Will come back anew
I want the chance
To share it with you.

My mind, it's gone
It's no longer sound.
It's left for good
And not to be found.

This poem must end
But it won't behave.
It now demands
I write one more stave.

So here I sit
My mind rambles on.
And now, to you,
I pass the baton.

( Next! )

 

[29wordsforsnow]

if you'd like to be poetry'd
one would say
everything that matters
is arranging letters
so images in your head
start to sway
in a way not too bad
with maybe rhyme, and some feet

but all I've got was useless arms
and no idea of the poetic charms