computer says no!
This Thursday's story was written yesterday morning amid the frustration of just having lost a poem that I had been working on for a week.
My butter on toast Sits untouched, Appetite gone. I feel sick. All my words Vanish without a trace. I try retrieving them Clicking buttons, forwards, back, Not a day’s grace. How I would love them to turn up in the trash! They have melted Like memories do. I never gave permission To press delete. My copy and paste Never got to taste What it is like To be alive. The ether must have dropped out, Dropped in and out In less than a whisper I’m in a stupor. We were robbed, The words and I. Woken up before the end of a dream. I sigh, The last piece of dark chocolate has gone. Silver foil lies empty on the coffee table Weightless and still Disowned like the meal of a ghost. I have wasted words, colours The feel The image Time They've all left me behind. I can hear thunder But they say Be careful, The currents can drag you under. Why was I so stupid, Not to save you 'til last? Maybe the words were never mine to keep!? Did I steal them from the sun? I must admit the heat is in the driving seat. Resolve. I will have to work hard to get them back Remembering how the words went I write down the crumbs But I am numb. Well at least I had fun painting the picture. I remember half the stack, But I have to admit the magic is flat I will at least try I regret we never said goodbye Words eloped while the colours were out to dry! The canvas is blank again. The ideas are barely hanging on the line. Oh I wish I had saved you To last
Oh that sinking feeling. The words may have shape-shifted in their second coming, but they’re still so good xxx
Out of what was lost has come another story which would have never been told. Showing deeply how much your love for words is. I pray you find your beloved words , don’t mourn them they will come again. XX Beautiful.❤️