Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..
"Flitted off the page" I like that. Perhaps your words were too light, but that will never happen. We get better with age, so I see great things for you, I don't think you will ever be lonely. Your best work is yet to come.
Ah, but the words will always be with you - circling above, casting shadows, asking questions, remembering. I like the idea, though, of words lifting off the page. Nice poem.
i love this. your best work will see more of the world that you will yourself..
but it is you, so that makes you a world traveler! I love the lightness of this,
and the letting go.
As long as your words continue to flow, everything is going to be alright. This is lovely Emily, a real delight for me first thing in the morning. Smiles ...
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..