Dead Poem

A murdering spree is happening!

Tap tap tap.

The plastic keys on my 

keyboard

move fast.

 

I’m trying to write

a poem.

 

I type about real things.

Love, Music, Experiences, 

People.

My world.

 

The words flow out with

color and life,

Creating a rainbow web

across my computer screen.

 

I finish the poem.

After checking for errors and 

saving,

I close the screen and

shut down the computer.

 

The next day

I come back to that same 

screen.

 

I read over my poem,

but I am too late.

 

The colors and life

have flooded out of it,

leaving a shell of

words and white space.

 

The poem is

DEAD.

 

I have a formal funeral for it.

 

I click on the

DELETE button.

 

Stupid dead poem…

Author's Note

This is what has been happening to all of my poems recently. (and an excuse for not putting anything up in a while...)

Those stupid poems, they keep on dying on me!

Reviews

[realmwriter]

This one did not die, and a piece of you did not go with it. Those othere were not meant for us to read or for you to see color in but you will get that back I know it because I have read many of your writings and I like all that I read and can see the colr in everyone of them. You have a way with words that many do not posses you will find it again because it did not leave, it only took a sojurne for the moment but it will return. It will come back with a vengance and I for one cannot wiat to read the words that flow fvrom you when it does!

[kdpgrahi]

Really dead. Unable to make out a meaning.