Ghost
I often curse my memory - I'm so aware of its deficiencies. But sometimes that frustration leads to an unexpected outcome - not the original one intended, but something different. Today I've written a poem about a catalyst that was forgotten in a moment of distraction. I still hope to remember what it was though! The ghost of an idea from two days ago Still tickles at my ear. A half formed thought Prodded into being from a resonant phrase Captured by someone in a poem? Article? Interview? If only I could remember, Could go back, relive that forgotten catalyst, Rekindle the thought that meant so much in the moment I thought it would blossom into a poem, And now is lost forever. © Copyright 2022. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved