The Poems I Never Wrote

~When "light upon yon window” aims to break into my hollow head by early dawn, such brilliant prose pours in as I awake but by the time I stretch those words are gone. And like two roads that ‘verged in yellow wood, some perfect metaphors have come my way, but in a blink, they're simply gone for good, and where they go, I truly cannot say. “How do I love thee”, surfaced in a dream with similes of everlasting charm, but in a flash, I lost the thread midstream so, “let me count the ways” soon bought the farm*. My brilliant works of art would just astound if I would merely write the damn words down. 10-6-22 Some of the credit for this poem goes out to my friends, Willie, Bob and Emmie, but most of it's mine... *Bought the farm is slang for pushin’ up daisies. Pushing up daisies is slang for takin’ a dirt nap. Takin’ a dirt nap is slang for … I think you get idea