What's Not Written

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 21 Mar 2024
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26 comments
 

 

How can I prepare to

welcome new verses

when lapse of memory

chases days and nights;

 

voices floating;

emotions longing

to be carried in flight,

fluttering in shadows –

but not lingering too long,

 

impressing with

such poetic

lyrics; not hurrying

for cover,

 

passage granted

through brook and

dale; where charisma

stirs a thrilling spell,

 

roving sympathetic

blend melodious;

transient expression

blossoming with

clarity –

 

or sadly consigned to

obscurity, camouflaged

in haze unclear; like a

left behind dream

relinquished.

 

Too late for remorse

when phrasing escapes

the mind; beyond infinity,

in an endless twirl of lost

words of expression.

 

 

Inspired by waking up

in the middle of the night

and sadly not writing down

an idea for a poem straight away. 

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

I guess we all get that kind of forgetfulness, Jenny. It's the other kind that's the real worry. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

you know it was so annoying waking in the middle of the night with an idea, but feeling too comfortable to get out of bed and right down what I was thinking. I was so convinced that I'd remember in the morning, but just like dreams it went completely out of my head.

Thanks for stopping by to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by marandina on

"..when lapse of memory

chases days and nights.."

Nothing worse than losing a dream you want to remember. You have done a fine creative job in producing a poem based on something so elusive. Nicely done, Jenny :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

just had to get my feelings down in a poem. Isn't it strange how a lost idea can be inspired?

I greatly appreciate you stopping by to read and let me know it worked for you.

Thank you.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Creative flow accompanied by drowsiness and your ideas fold away into layers of dream clouds. Bizarrely I sometimes have amazing songs playing in my dreams but I don't write music and have no way of recording them, I don't really know where they come from, I don't think it's me.

Transient expression blossoming with clarity - creative writing expressed.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Oh! Jane, it sounds like you have a special gift for music. I think that's amazing. I really wish I'd learned to play an instrument and paid more attention to writing music, but as a youngster music for me was something else other people were good at and I just loved listening. I sometimes think these gifts come from a guardian angel that watches over us, and we have the choice to take it further, or it just escapes into the ether.

You certainly have a gift for creative writing and it shines through in your stories.

I'm very grateful you stopped by to read this poem and give me such kind feedback.

Thank you.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

you really give the impression of poems flying about all over the place, and you as the poet being able to catch them :0) But this one you have written must be at least as lovely as the one that got away, I imagine it landing on your head, and you not noticing :0) And these are the shimmering words it gave you

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! Many thanks for your lovely words Di. Funnily enough, that's exactly how I see words in my mind. It doesn't matter if I'm at home, or out walking, they're always there flying about. But on this occasion they didn't stay long enough for me to catch and write down. I normally can wake up, have an idea, then proceed to write down. Not this time though, so I was pleased this poem was appreciated.

It's always a blessing to receive your coments Di, and thank you for reading.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by memphis on

Wow! I can't begin to imagine what would have conspired if you had written down your ideals straight away. True artistry inspires those words. Well, done!

William E Alexander

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello William,

this is such kind feedback and a true honour to receive. It's always nice to connect with readers and know a poem has worked.

So much gratitude for your kind words and many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by memphis on

There's a special gift that a poet has. You have. And you may never know the many lives you've touched with your gift. And I'm honored to have tasted the fruits of your labor. Again Well Done! Jenny.

William E Alexander

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello again William,

I've just discovered your comment. I hardly know what to say. Your words brought tears of joy to my eyes. I'm humbled by the kindness you've shown and had no idea you felt this way.

So many thanks for continuing to follow.

You take care.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by memphis on

I've been reading your writing for years now and it's like wine or age. It grows with elegance and grace.

William E Alexander

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Dear Editors,

It was a true pleasure to receive cherries for this poem.

Thank you so much.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

That's such a shame Jenny, although not entirely as it inspired this lovely poem. Many people keep a notebook on their bedside table for just such a moment. Perhaps you should too?

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You know I used to keep a notebook on my bedside table insert, but when my partner retired from night work, I found putting the light on disturbed his sleep, so I took a torch to bed, but even that woke him because  he's such a light sleeper. So now I just normally get up and go to the back bedroom and write down ideas.

Your idea is spot on though and great advice. I'm delighted you read and liked. Thank you for your lovely comment.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Reminiscent of 'the fish that got away'! Still new thoughts and phrases come anew. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ha! Ha! So true about the fish that got away Rhiannon. I still keep hoping the idea might come back to me, but like lost dreams it doesn't show up up.

It's kind of you to read and I'm delighted you let me know.

Thank you.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

In a way I am rather pleased that your dreams and poem escaped you when you woke up because what you have produced is quite beautiful.

Lindy

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Lindy,

knowing this poem worked for you is more than enough confirmation that loosing an idea isn't really a problem.

Your positive feedback is treasured and valued. Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Kris on

Uffff..<relief>.... I'm glad I'm not the only one that suffers from this =

"Inspired by waking up,in the middle of the night,and sadly not writing down,an idea for a poem straight away."

Beautiful Poem Jenn... I'll sleep & dream better tonight (4sure)*... Thx....angel

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! Bless you Kris. When an idea gets puffed away on a cloud it can seem so disheartening, but when another poem emerges, it more than makes up for any disappointment. 

That saying:- round every corner, there's a silver lining, springs to mind.

Take care, and I'm always grateful to read your lovely comments.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Oh Jenny! This is so true for me as well. How many times have I had a line or phrase come to me in the night, then thinking I'll write it down in the morning, but then morning comes and the words have melted. The answer is to get up and write it down staright away. And we all know about the man from Porlock.

Anyway, if that experience can create such a poem as this - it can't be all bad.

 

Dougie Moody

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Dougie, always a pleasure to hear from you. Glad I'm not the only one who has this problem. Normally I have no problem getting up in the middle of the night, but on this particular occasion i was so sleepy and comfortable, just didn't want to move. Trouble is I was convinced I'd remember something of what I was pondering on at that moment. I think it must be old age playing tricks with my memory. wink 

That's very kind of you to let me know your thoughts, which were very much appreciated.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Turlough on

I recently watched a series on Netflix called 'The Fall' where a senior police detective (Gillian Anderson of X Files fame) trains herself to keep a dream diary that she makes entries in whenever she wakes up in the middle of the night. I thought this was a great idea as I have the same problems as you Jenny. So many good ideas (probably) lost for the want of a better memory or a pencil and paper. Part of my trouble is that this happens to me during the day too.

The good thing about the problem is that it inspired you to write this poem. Well done!

 

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Turlough,

the memory seems to have a mind of it's own, giving us information on what it thinks we need. Your writing is so professional and interesting, I don't think you ever need to worry about memory. I take my hat off to you for keeping diaries, taking note of places you visited and the people you met along the way. I wish I'd been more thorough with my diaries.

I was so pleasantly surprised at the impact this poem had. It's always a pleasure to hear others understandings.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your interesting thoughts.

Jenny. smiley