Poetry

The one that got away

By: James Aitchison

Photo by Francesco Ungaro on Pexels.com

The poem came in the night,
out of the stilly darkness,
each word crystalline,
each line exact,
the whole effect polished,
perfect, perfect!,
I dare say edible,
hovering a millimeter
beyond my consciousness;
but with the dawn
came the blankness,
the poem’s absence palpable
in the streaky light.

Categories: Poetry

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