Where the Lost Words Live

peter pan influence

Words of praise for you, which come so easily to my mind,

When I sit to write down, I discover I cannot find.

Perhaps they’ve gone to the place where the lost words live,

So, please, these stumbling lines forgive.

All my thoughts have gone to where the lost words live:

            Where the sun beams like a yellow Frisbee in the sky

            And sleeping dogs are left to lie,

            Where the two moons rise

            And the summer never dies.

            Where the daffodils laugh

            And the clouds never close their eyes,

            And where the words all dance every night

            And form dazzling sentences in the campfire light.

I tried to break in to steal those lost words back for you,

But I couldn’t,

So these red roses will have to do.

 

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

sort of reminds me of a different, more positive way of analysing writers block. the words arent gone, theyre just elsewhere.

should be "form dazzling sentences IN the campfire light" and not Is the campfire light.

it felt like the above the entire way, but then the last line gives an entirely new look to the poem. which i liked. two poems in one.