Forgotten Verses: a Short Poem About Memory Fails
Poetic Dreams
The One That Got Away
A snatch of a verse
or something,
vaguely recalled, yet not.
Teasing at the edge of my mind.
Oh, dear,perhaps it was....roses?
Or rivers? Or bears?
Or maybe, the soul?
I know it had an impact, profound
on something, whatever...
that life is about;
Too lazy or sleepy to rise,
and write it all down,
it's now lost forever:
gone, like dreams on the wind.
And I shall always rue
the verse that got away,
in the deepest dark of night.
About This Poem
This is a lesson I should have long since learned. The poem captures a moment in time; but a moment that has happened too often. Frustrating when it occurs, yet, at the time, somehow the desire for sleep seems more imperative. After all, it was such a strong image/feeling/concept! I always feel positive that I will remember in the morning. Alas, that is rarely the case.
Originally written in February of 1989, on the 28th day, I am amused that the most recent edit was done on exactly the same date 29 years later, in the year 2018. (An intermediate edit was done in May of 2010.) Yes, most of my poetry is at least 29 years old; much of it is older.
© 2010 Liz Elias