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Paper and Pen |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA 
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The word glorious is uppermost as he listens to the birds in the field feeling the impending heat of the day trying to break through the cool air causing vapors to rise from the meadow it’s another glad to be alive morning and the poet in frustration ponders searching for words to tell his feelings. They come and he’s without paper or pen memory will serve and he basks in the day complacent and confident he anticipates an afternoon of writing a moving testament arriving home he finds the words have fled with the coolness of the morning air all he feels is the heat of summer and a frustrated poet vows never again to be without paper or pen while the poem drifts on the winds of what might have been. www.thewritingforum.net |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ah, the one that got away.  I have shared that feeling. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Frustrating is the word for it, Marcia. Been there. Done that. I am almost never without pen and paper. Just an hour ago I jotted down on folded paper towel as I was walking my my mutt, Cyclone fence running along back near the bayou electrified / Cattle guard . . . Bomb . . . Use sniper Things I thought of to use on the novel I am writing. If I hadn't had the paper towel I would have forgotten it by the time I got home. Perfect, well-written poem that every writer/poet will relate to. ~ Eggs and bacon, honeymoon style / What's honeymoon style? / Straight up and hard. ~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
So true, Marcia - and beautifully expressed. Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, yes, those fleeting moments in which we capture the magic and the fear of losing it distracts our minds ... You said it most incisively, dear Marcia! Both my recent haiku entered my mind during the night and fighting the laziness I got up and wrote them down, before they could vanish forever. At 4.30am!! Enjoyed your poem very much. Love, Margherita |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
The transient coolness of summer morning air is a great metaphor here, very well-chosen. |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
wonderful poem, can relate to it. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
How well I know the feeling! *S* That's when I revert to cavewoman grunts and howls as I throw crumpled balls of paper! LOL |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Dear WordWeaver, Liked your poem. I have often thought I should just buy a small tape recorder to avoid the moments that you described. Ebonygirl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I know this feeling all too well, Marcia. You really captured that "frustrated poet" feeling. Ida |
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