A Thought About Poetry

I had a thought about poetry

Not while writing it

But while staring at my ceiling

At 2 a.m. on a Friday night

Or is it a Saturday morning?

No matter

I had a thought about poetry

And this thought I had about poetry

At 2 a.m. on a Friday/Saturday night/morning

Was perhaps not a thought

An epiphany I think

I had an epiphany about poetry

I had an epiphany about poetry

At an absurd hour,

At a time that seems to be

Both morning and night

But simultaneously neither

Either way, an epiphany it was

A perfect epiphany about poetry

And so I grabbed my laptop

(after failing to locate my notebook)

To record the perfect epiphany about poetry

I turned it on

I signed in

And I opened this document

A document soon to contain

My perfect epiphany about poetry

But by the time my fingertips grazed the keyboard

Or, pounded on it really

I found I could no longer recall

This perfect epiphany I had about poetry

While staring at my ceiling

During neither the morning nor the night

(but also both)

My epiphany had faded

Dimmer than a thought

Now I only think I had a thought about poetry

And instead I think I had a thought about time

Reviews

[Lavi]

I relate to this so well. The beginning had me curious where you were going with this but by the time I got to the end I was grinning like a fool because I do this all the time. The worst is when I turn my laptop on only to meet a loading screen that takes an hour before I can log in and by then I've failed to locate my notebook and by the time I get a document open I realize I forgot what I was going to write. Love how you portrayed this event and feeling into a poem.
Makes me realize to never gain that perfect thought because then the human condition will kick in and leave us feeling like this!

[SleeplessVolcano]

This is so descriptive of those anxious moments of stumbling upon what we believe to be note-worthy words in the backstreets of our minds, yet when we reach for whatever way to record them, they are gone!

Lately I have tried what I call image recall. I may be driving, so I cannot write anything down, so I link a few images to the words I wanted to write down, putting them in sequence.....the clever people say that we remember best while using images (not actual words) so I am putting that theory to the test....:) Nothing worse to remain staring at the ceiling for a while longer while pondering what marvelously gorgeous words I just allowed to slip through my fingers.....;)

[Coyote Poetry]

I do the below lines often.
"But by the time my fingertips grazed the keyboard
Or, pounded on it really
I found I could no longer recall
This perfect epiphany I had about poetry"
Now I carry a small journey and I make note for later. Than you Alexzandera for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote