A Poem Lost Poem by John Carter Brown
A Poem Lost
As I lay in my bed, unable to sleep
I composed a good poem I wanted to keep;
It kept going round and around in my head
(I should have been bothered to write it all down)
But decided, by rote, to remember instead.
Once honed, I repeated, lest I should forget
It felt so secure in my mind there, and yet
Time and again I have made this mistake
I should have got up, or at least stayed awake.
In spite of persisting I was not receiving
No matter my anger, there was no retrieving
And so, after all, I now know to my cost
This delicate whisper,
This poem, is lost.
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(Written Oct 2012)
So oft time words come in the night, and for some reason I believe I will remember them in the morning. Not so, when I wake up all is forgotten. So I now jump up and make a notation.
So oft time words come in the night, and for some reason I believe I will remember them in the morning. Not so, when I wake up all is forgotten. So I now jump up and make a notation.
You know we've all had this happen. But you did a good job at producing a poem in the wake of that lost poem. Great write
I can relate very well to your poem...so many times a wonderful thought escaped by the mere hesitation of capturing it...pen to paper....well written and so true, for poets alike. Thank you for commenting on my poem In My Mother's Hand...I invite you to explore more of my work, as I will, yours. PEACE
This has happened to me so many times! It happened again less than a week ago. One of my poems is on this same subject. It's called THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. Reminds me of a writer who had a similar problem. He was always having good ideas in the middle of the night, and in the morning he could remember that he had had a good idea, but couldn't remember what it was. So one night he put a notebook and pencil by his bed and kept telling himself as he was falling asleep: 'Write it down! Write it down! ' In the middle of the night he sat upright in bed, grabbed the notebook and scribbled something in it. The next morning he looked at the notebook to see what he had written. It was 'Write it down! '
Me too! Sometimes I even think about writing a poem just like this one :)
hahaha... John, it happens to me most; a little sleep, alittle slumber, then all is lost. But it comes back to us in a different form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:34:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well, it resulted in this poem which might be better then the one you lost.This was an enjoyable and remindful write. Join our lost poems club