I forgot...

...I can't remember.

all the words

the classic lines

leak from my mind

in two eye blinks or less

like so many butterflies

impossible to catch them all

freely flying out of my head

wings still fresh

with perfect prose

and cleverly worded thought

ARRGHHHH!

Author's Note

I coulda been a contender...

Reviews

[Fontane Wong]

The rhythm in this poem is obviously strong and powerful. This poem had actually write what always happens on me. Sometimes I reallly hated my head, all the things that I want to remember or need will flow away like water, slip away like day and night, creep away like a blink. When I'm standing on the stage, reading a whole piece to the audience, wow, that's a mess, you can't even imagine it, at that time, my brain was totally white, as white as a piece of paper, sems that I've never read that piece before, it would become so unfamiliar. This poem really situated me fitly.

[Solidad]

Drives me nuts when that happens to me but yet you make losing a train of thought sound so much more elegant than it truly is. :)

[Christy Sargent]

I am quite familiar with this especially the older I get. It worries me. But your piece is beautiful and stirs quite nice visuals. C.

[Cherry Lai^_^♥~~]

Nice...

[ju]

:) cool. like it.

[paul]

what rhythm to this poem.

i coulda been a contender too

the best lines always get away