The lost Poetry of Naomi

 

I lose poetry

it slips away

while I am busy , sleeping, eating , driving, working etcetera.

It travels across the vast landscapes of imagination and someone, somewhere, is sitting near a writing device at the very moment that it crosses path with them and they catch it ..

later I may read it from wherever it has landed and I will think .

“Oh, this one, it was almost mine, but I lost it . Because I was busy and it could not wait”.

Then I will consider poetry as impatient , I should perhaps carry some sort of device to write with at all times , but that too would require I stop for poetry.

I lose poetry

I may of let the world's best poem go.

I may someday read it penned by another hand.

I will say that was , what I wanted to say, those are thoughts , I did not have time to place on a page.

 

Reviews

[Rima]

Wow, great job! IT flows well and I think it is nicely written... and very relatable. Keep writing!

[...]

Oh, wow, I totally relate with this! ^^ I've found writing my thought in a text on my phone and then saving it as a draft (and copying it down later) works quite well. XD

Hehe... impatient poetry... I love that!

[GYPSYLEAH]

My gosh I was just thinking the same thing (or close to it) yesterday. I have these poems or pieces of poems start up in my mind, with no time to write them down. Later I may have forgotten most of it. This is a really good write. Really enjoyed - Thanks for sharing and for finding the time to write it down. LOL

[bluessadmood]

Oh dear this was so good ..while i walk the streets ,I see people,their faces ,their walks ,words I hear bring thoughts to me all the time
sometimes i talk them almost in audible words and I laugh at myself that some may be seeing me
or listening to me talking to myself..thoughts especially of late are coming to mind all the time
though what you say ,that one day you will see some poetry you think that it could be
yours but you just did not have the time for it so someone else just penned it down
but I think what you say here and what I hear all the time that thoughts and ideas
like one day,they are no more, you will have nothing to write about..but this mind knows no limits
its a well of thoughts,it will never run dry..it will keep rich in thoughts,ideas and dreams..they will never end
lovely write..