Where do lost words go?
Those you write down just to throw them out.
The ones that vanish when you forget to save your work
In that rundown laptop of yours.
The words whispered in your ears by dreams
At the lonely hours of the night,
That wake you up, startled and manic,
Looking for a place to hastily record
Hazy ideas that soon will be gone.
Do you know how to reach that sacred place?
Beyond the fog and dreams, the words await.
A treasure trove in the ether sealed
Waiting for someone to explore the sky
And pluck it right from the sea of stars.
And as you open the lid, out they spill.
Your brain tries to record their shapes,
But how can smoke and shades
be caged into corporeal forms?
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoetryA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
