Eulogy For a Lost Poem

You gave me magical words this morning. I should have stopped everything I was doing – to go write them down. Words are precious fleeting, living things And when ignored, do not stick around. I knew the words were important A Devine missive was given to me. But life can get so busy Disrupting, Distracting, Interrupting our thoughts. The day’s plans and appointments’ Easily dissolve precious thoughts and words Into a fog of forgetfulness Lost and scattered Fading… Leaving me, regrettably the knowledge - That you whispered an image Devine Given me in a moment– And I was reckless… I did not pause to acknowledge or save it. 12/02/2020