Ping!
Goes an idea
For a milli-moment
Of a nano-second.
Whatever that is.
As quick as it came
It's gone...
Forever!
Such are the frustrations
Of poetry.
What you are reading now
Is what I can only call
The booby prize.
Dulwich Poet 19th March 2014
(Again...I had an idea in my head for a poem, and instead of jotting down a few words to remind me what it was I don't bother. Then, only a few minutes later, it's gone. I try to recall, but the idea is lost forever.)
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