Sometimes, too often lately,
Now when my vocabulary
Has grown quite large
I cannot recall a specific word
When no other one will do.
It wisps about my mind
Like butterfly wings
Kissing a blind person.
I can feel it, almost hear it
But I cannot see it much less
Grab hold and pin it down.
So I ignore it, throw my thesaurus
At it if it’s handy hoping to down it
Or ask someone else to grab it
For me and we have a hide & seek
Because I can describe by its relations.
Or, I have to just wait, sometimes a full day,
For it too settle on my index finger
After I have forgottenI even wanted it.
Eventually it comes to me
And tickles my attention
And I say, “Ah, yes! ”
'It wisps about my mind Like butterfly wings Kissing a blind person' woah! that is Golden! & this Poem is Platinum! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can sooooo relate to this, Sheila. Awesome write! ! Brian