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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 wells 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 © 2026 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 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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