HOW I LOST MY MIND

HOW I LOST MY MIND

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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a mystery....

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HOW I LOST MY MIND

 

I hustle along a busy street

Mind congested to pen a poem

Drink some latte at a local café

The day drags with gloom, scattered showers

Though I have radiant sun in my psyche

 

The café riddles with commotion and chatter

Some gloomy faces at their laptops

 

I search for an empty table in the back corner

Next to, a young woman who glances at me, then winks

Startled, I moot whether to appreciate

Meanwhile my brilliant concepts to write gradually fade

 

I seek another table

yet not far enough from this strange woman

still, she sparkles like a diamond ring

I glance at her, she winks again

 

At once, my notions to scribe perish

Too much perplexity

It breaks my integral thought process

Gone is the poetry I so crave to compose

 

Shall I engage with her?

I am in disarray

Soon I approach, request to sit with her

She hands me a big smile

We chat for moments

I laugh all the while as never before

 

Suddenly she takes off with a smile and a wink

And drops a piece of crumpled paper on the floor

 

 

© 2022 Betty Hermelee


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Betty Hermelee
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That crumpled piece of paper has to be symbolic of your burgeoning poem that never came to be. I have had similar occurrences. It is the literary equivalent of a miscarriage.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thanks for a lovely review John.
Best, B
dear Betty... each of you could be a Mysterious Woman... Poems come and go.... You may be a Poet, but some writers just crumble the Paper. gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you my dear Pat for a lovely review., most appreciated....
Truly, B
This is one of my favorite pieces you’ve done- the title drew me in, the calm but fun flow of the poem, and then the mysterious woman in it all! She seems enchanting and what could she have dropped? A number? You write the atmosphere and feeling of a sleepy coffeehouse day so perfectly in this piece, the energy amazing and flowing so smoothly. I loved the vivid- it’s thoroughly such a fun and brilliant poem that leaves you thinking. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Cat, you're spot on... it's amazes me all the different interpretations...we must think alike.... Th.. read more

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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