04-03-2023, 09:48 AM
Lost Nugget
I thought I had a concept for a poem–
a starting line, a few good candidates
for rhymes. A closing line just out of reach
would come, I knew, with steady application.
I wrote a note - that first line and a few
ideas that I knew would flesh it out
into a work worth polishing, refining,
crowned with a title and a simile.
Fool that I was, I swanned off to the store
and exercise, and video and songs
to find my notes were nonsense, beckoning
with unrecapturable insight, false.
The tragedy is that unlike fools’ gold
real quality was there until I balked
at spending time when inspiration shone...
thus “later” turns to “never,” spark to stone.
I thought I had a concept for a poem–
a starting line, a few good candidates
for rhymes. A closing line just out of reach
would come, I knew, with steady application.
I wrote a note - that first line and a few
ideas that I knew would flesh it out
into a work worth polishing, refining,
crowned with a title and a simile.
Fool that I was, I swanned off to the store
and exercise, and video and songs
to find my notes were nonsense, beckoning
with unrecapturable insight, false.
The tragedy is that unlike fools’ gold
real quality was there until I balked
at spending time when inspiration shone...
thus “later” turns to “never,” spark to stone.
Non-practicing atheist