Elusive
A scintillating phrase skips across my brain
so I fumble inside an over-sized purse–
chap stick, 3 quarters, a penny
& a hairbrush–determined to snag
a favorite pen. Its comfortable
grip, smooth tip
might glide across my notebook page,
& cage words before
poof!
they’re gone.
Possibly I left the pen on my desk
or a nightstand. Near a book I’m reading.
Maybe I’ll retrieve floating words
and my pen.
What’s missing may reappear
in a quiet hour, a dream
or not at all.
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I know the feeling well – so frustrating!
Also felt–and well-rendered!