' Lost Poems '

Only A Poet Would Understand Only A Writer Will Know… Why I Would Feel This Disheartened and Why I Can’t Shake Writer’s Woe… … I Lost 200 Poems or More Tho’ The Exact Count Doesn’t Matter Most of What I’d Written Before … is no longer gathered A Circumstantial Mishap My Family Didn’t Realize That Case… That Mildewed, was a Map Of My Flight thru Vision-Skies! Eclectic, Romantic, maybe Eccentric … also of Favorite Things and Fantasy … Kinetic, Static or Copacetic And Sojourns into Soliloquy … Only A Poet Would Understand Only A Writer Will Know Those Exact, Precise – Phrases, won’t come again … I can only end-up where they go… Lost Type-of-Line, Pencil-Points of Lead Lost Sonnets, Songs and Secrets Said Now, Instead of Ink-Blots, My Tear-Stains Spread Those Lost Words… Ripped My Throat to Shreds ! … Lost Track … Lost The Time … Lost Treasure – Can’t Find Rhyme Lost That Paper-Trail… of Where I’d Been Lost Paper-Peace –that was Marked: Amen and I’d Rather Have Lost My Money ‘Cause I Can Always Earn A Dime… Instead of My Increased Memory that Remembers This Literary Crime ! … Lost Documentation of Determination Documentation of Dreams … My Certificates of Celebrations … My Tickets To My Park-Themes: … of Snowflakes to Raindrops From Heartaches to Heartthrobs From Whispers to Declarations Of Best Friends, and Far-Vacations 200 Trains of Thought – Wrecked 200 Expose’ Sheets – Axed 200 Treatises, Throwed Away, Gone… … on Tragedies, Joys, Jokes and Moans … Yet, I Rely On God, to Resurrect The Dead: My Older-Sister, Brother, Grandma, Mom And Dad and … if its not too silly, vain or bad… Resurrect Those Words, I Wrote and I Meant to be Read… Until then… Only A Poet Would Understand And Only A Writer Would Suppose … If I Do Not Write Again What Lost Poems You’ll Never Know…