| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/22/09 at 11:17 PM This is just good, clever storytelling. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/22/09 at 11:26 PM Well, the thoughts have not really vanished into air. It seems they have been absorbed and delightfully worded into poetry. Thank you...m.a |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/22/09 at 11:28 PM That's the way it goes only I just have to turn my head and the thoughts are gone. Just wait... I walk through Barnes and Nobles when I need ideas and just look at the spines of books for the titles. Amazing what comes to your minds. Good write lady. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/23/09 at 03:46 AM OK, George, you are too clever with that Barnes and Noble tip. Sandy, this is also clever and I can relate so well. "Called myself and left messages Talked to myself like a madman" - I especially liked these lines.
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| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/23/09 at 04:48 AM fun write...and i can sooo relate! i like reading the titles here at pathetic...so many fun poems spring to mind when a title or two or five get linked together. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/23/09 at 02:04 PM ...sandy...hey ms. you stole my pome...i was gonna write this but i see you posted it first, i too have this "disease" and i love your splay of the forgetting/feeling of the moments of which you speak...yah-hah, such is being a poet... |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/23/09 at 04:37 PM yes! you capture this well, it's a fun read...and very familiar! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/23/09 at 06:59 PM One could explode with thoughts, but then sitting down to write have nothing but an empty gun...like there are "found" poems...are these "lost" poems...? Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/25/09 at 01:56 PM Wonderfully delivered...whimsical poetry for fellow poets, who I'm sure all can relate to in their own way. Thanks for putting it into words Sandy! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 01:56 PM All I want to do now is raid the pantry and smear everything I find all over me, dig my fingers into cereals and soups, run to the metro with pen and notebook, look at everything anew anew anew! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 01:58 PM Your poem lifts its title into the air with perfect grick! I love every crumb! :D |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/26/09 at 10:00 PM Great fun! Exaggeration underscores the awful truth of what our imaginations and minds can do! |
