Coming up with a poem in your mind on the spot.
You reach out for your phone to type or record it...
But it's dead!
You're still hopeful however,
You can't let the words disappear,
You cannot lose this poem.
So you take the old-fashioned route :
Pen and paper.
You search everywhere for a pen, pencil, anything that makes a mark,
But you can't find anything.
So, you don't give up,
How could you?
You're a poet, with a good poem at stake :
So you recite this poem
Until you think you've got it off by heart.
Then when you finally get home,
You begin to write down as you recite it -
BAM!
Halfway through reciting the poem you reach a brick wall,
You've forgotten the lines :
You've lost a poem to your useless memorising skills.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]