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Lost

by George Hoerner

I've lost so many ideas
In the wishing well of words
I lean over and watch them
Swimming in the wellÂ’s water
I reach for them and nearly
Fall into the deep
Spring fed well
I catch one by a letter
But as hard as I pull
Its neighbors grab and pull harder

Since I don't swim well
I'll be up again all night
Thumbing through some
Dictionary looking for
Something I understand
Something if I'm lucky
I might use in a poem

01/26/2009

Posted on 01/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/09 at 10:08 PM

It seems like you're doing just fine. Good stuff.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/09 at 01:58 AM

Elusive stuff here - you describe that struggle well. I like the idea of fresh words coming from that Spring fed well, even if I don't know what to do with them all.

Posted by Anita Mac on 01/28/09 at 05:01 AM

Oy... Tell me about it. Sometimes I'll even try to write it down right away, but between my brain and the paper I lose an exact phrasing that makes or breaks it... guh.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/28/09 at 06:40 AM

yep I'm up late too fishing for those slippery ever elusive ideas! MFS

Posted by Alisa Js on 01/28/09 at 06:42 AM

Aloha George, I can relate. Sometimes just when I'm almost asleep, the most magnificent phrase or line comes to me and I'm certain I'll remember it in the morning. And don't write it down. And when the morning comes, wouldn't you know? It's gone! Up to the heavens it stayed! lol This one was well done and one many, many of us can relate to... personally! alisa ;-)

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/28/09 at 08:38 AM

Unlucky? I think NOT. Well, I feel lucky whenever I read your work, anyway. :-)

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