| Open Poetry #49 |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I forgot Im not sure what But its gone My minds a blank An empty tank where the idea swam It ran away It was here to stay Now it has gone Was it a name the rules of the game Or somthing older We'll never know My minds to slow And its... err i forgot I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I find that if I retrace my steps sometimes I can pick up that pesky thread of thought I dropped. Either that or I just start wandering around for no apparent reason! I like this Walter because, uh..um...well I just do. Lori ![]() |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
Happens to everyone Walter. No matter how many times I've been told to keep a pad and paper at my bedside to capture those spontaneous thoughts, I still don't. She says those sort of things don't belong on paper. Touch, but don't look |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Oh, it's so familiar! ![]() |
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