I forgot the poem I was supposed to write
lost it in the lights
I used to think
if it was truly important, I’d never forget
now I forget how much I remember.
This poem I was supposed to write
must have been better than this
cause I’m sure the dreams I’ve lost
are alight with the shadows of memories
of reality’s harmony I have to hear to see.
Peter my friend! This is like meta-poetry, isn’t it? A poem lost, one that can’t be recalled – I think this happens to us all. Mine tend to escape me just as I’m falling asleep, as the lids get heavier and my notebook is on the other side of the room. The images flood in, and I lose them! This poem made me think of all those frustrating moments. Brilliant.
Louise! I know what you mean with the too tired to get out of bed and write what might be the greatest idea we’ve ever had. I think of the late great Mitch Hedberg who said: “I got to write these jokes. So, I sit at the hotel at night and I think of something that’s funny. Or, If the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of wasn’t funny.” Smiles to frustration!
“alight with the shadows of memories of reality’s harmony I have to hear to see.”: some of the best lines I have ever read from you, Peter! Very multi-layered and VERY TRUTHFUL! Thank you for this 90 degree turn to encouragement here today.
Rose! It always encourages me to encourage you! Thank you, again, for kind words and the kind of energy I hope to find pressing post and sending these words out into world.
Almost funny when I started reading it, but it’s also very emotional. Meaningful. I liked it, thank you!
Thank you! You’re welcome!