running down the path
they spill
unloved and loosed
from seams unseen
she quickly scoops them
shoving them
into invisible pockets
no time to rhyme or alliterate
life is calling
with its teasing hurried promise
they will wait
they have no choice
they just “are”
for she thought them
and they must
be written
if perhaps tearfully
at a later date
I’ve linked this up to OLN at dVerse. Come play with us.
Dark Angel 
but she takes those ‘unloved’ bits and makes something of them when she writes them later…ha. this is like a poets anthem to me…how we give meaning and care to the little moments…
Some times my poems are just for poets I think.
There is a great wisdom about this piece. But I do have to say I love these two libnes for their stunning aural qualities (despite your ‘no time to rhyme or alliterate) –
unloved and loosed
from seams unseen
Ahhh, you picked my favorite bits.
As poets we feel this..all of us have bits that we save for later 🙂 great 🙂
Hi Ayala. Some of these bits can hang around for a while. Pesky little buggers.
they just “are”… love that…love the images of putting them in the pocket and have them wait until it’s time to write them into verse…
Thanks Claudia. I think only writers have these special pockets.
Lovely, scoop those images up and keep them. The poet in me is purring as I read this.
Oh, I loooove that you are purring Susan.
“They” being the thoughts the arise from your muses, right? Forming them with poetry techniques is tough. And sometimes it is better just to get them written and worry about presentation later.
Am I interpreting right?
Hi Sabio. It’s not that it is difficult to turn them into poetry but one must stop living in the moment to record the moment.
much like the dreaming mind that i can still see while falling asleep
Just a little bit of unmade can make things fade and when the muse come to pass you never know what might come due. Great write.
Yes, sadly I can’t remember the bits this poem was referring to. 😛
beautiful poem, written with such clarity. The meter flows with music – and combined with the subject is really moving. Love the gentle melancholy of tone above all. Thank you for a great read.
Wow, delighted you found all that in there. The melancholy I will cop to.
so beautiful… with my memory failing so often now, I trust that the important bits will be found later… life must be lived:-)
I have this theory that there are heaven scribes that record all our lost poems and phrases.
Such tangible haunting quality here, a joy to read 🙂
So happy you liked it Poppy.
I like
how the pace
and structure
of the poem
makes it swift
and fast
as if one were
running
on a path.
Mmmmmm, as I was, but now comes the sad quiet time to reflect and write what has gone awry.
“and they must
be written
if perhaps tearfully
at a later date”
A harsh reality for a poet.
Harsh, yes.
they will wait
they have no choice
they just “are”
Really liked those lines, like all good word in all good poems, they just “are.”
I believe once you think a thing it “becomes” for you thought it. You know?
Kind of like collecting sea shells to look at and admire later. Very original lovely piece!
Yes! very much like that and perhaps make jewelry from them.
“Invisible pockets” love this 🙂
“no time to rhyme or alliterate
life is calling
with its teasing hurried promise”
God damn….. lovely write…
Why thank you sir!
OH THIS Phrase:
running down the path
they spill
unloved and loosed
from seams unseen
BEAUTIFUL. I love how your found this jewel. Loosened from seams unseen. Truly MASTERFUL way of saying people start to open up to each other. I really do love it. Thank you!
Love it! So many times I have been in that same place, wanting to write the thoughts down but life has other plans…
I know! Damn life, anyway…
I’m nominating you for the Liebster Blog Award!