Poem Lost

At 3 a.m. it moved through me-

Lines so full of pathos

That my dream self fell in love

And clung to them.

At 5:30 a.m. words are elusive.

Were they as beautiful as I remember?

UnknownAugust 16, 2011 at 3:07 PM
I have known this before.......it has eluded me. I lose songs this way.
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Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerAugust 16, 2011 at 5:49 PM
Do you write songs too? You talented woman!
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JibeyAugust 18, 2011 at 3:27 AM
I too find that words come in the waking hours of the night... and so often cannot be recalled in the morning...

I find too that arousal comes... and then goes again
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