Gone

Ramblings on finding all my poems wiped from the site

Words I wrote on scraps of tissues

and hid in my bag for weeks,

sometimes years…

I Dared in a moment of Bravery

Add to this list of Writing.

 

Words, not words alone

but feelings, moments,

sometimes ideas…

yet mostly pain and hurt

and Dreams of being an Author

 

Now I view these cyber pages

they appear white and untouched,

somehow clean…

empty of the words I printed

The words, the stories, Gone...

 

Gone are not the moments

the things I felt and lived,

sometimes gave…

Gone are not the sacred whisperings

that made me who I am...

 

Today is a new beginning

New words will enter my head,

Somehow…

I will write them on this blank page

and let them float away...

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I remembered that last verse and came back to re-read. That last verse captures how it is.

[R J Askew]

I have a wad of stuff handwritten which for various reasons I carry around in a work bag. I also often cart swimming kid around in the same bag and ... you can guess what can happen. About 50 poems written in ink become one giant blue matt of soaked paper. Maybe the best fate for most of them. But still painful to discover as they were bits of me as your poems were bits of you.
But the main point is that you will write more.

[R J Askew]

I felt like this. New words flood forth. But to what purpose is an entirly different question.