A Thought

A poem with which I think a lot of writers can sympathize. This was written for a poetry slam at my school.

I had a thought!

I know I did!

It was in my grasp

Perhaps it hid

Up there in the corner, invisible as dust?

Oh, where has it gone?

I’ll find it- I must!

 

Woe is me!

It was right there

A thought, floating about in thin air

A sentence, aloft on damnably swift wings

Good ideas, you know, are such fickle things

 

They tempt, they tease

They hover, unseen

And watch me suffer

They’re just that mean

 

They start fires of inspiration in my head

But when I sit down to write, I find they’re all dead

And of that flame, all that’s left to remember

Is an ugly, useless, sputtering ember

 

And yet…

And yet.

 

Ah, thoughts, creations of this brain of mine

Gliding lazily out of reach just above

You run me ragged for every last line

Yet I stay devoted to this funny love

 

For I could never truly tire of the sweetness of the word

And so (though I know that such a waste of time is absurd)

I will sit here, patiently, for far longer than I ought

Awaiting the return of that one elusive thought

Reviews

[JudeTrain]

This some very good poetry, it made me smile, because who hasn't been in that same situation? You had great balance as well when it came to describing your now useless thought "sputtering ember", i think you describe your thought with great wit, and presence. well done 80/100