Brain Matters
Books of fragments of words and thoughts I had.
Returning to look back at them, no time, so sad,
Again I thought I would revisit them, but too bad.
I thought I placed them somewhere in my pad.
Now I knew they were lost, and then I got really mad.
My mind is now where I save words and thoughts to write.
After the loss of many writes, I felt this place was right.
Thinking constantly is my curse or virtue to any sight.
Tracing the memory recall of my mind, might seem so trite.
Each word or line I place down is erased from me as a byte.
Restoring new storage for more words of poetry to indite,
So the pieces of paper for me are simply impulses of light.
written
09/11/2011
written by Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart
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