April Lost Poem

ATTETNION:

This poem explores the unusual phenomenon of a very factual and straightforward person discovering a creative idea in the form of a poem in their mind. Shocked by this, the narrator continues to consider the way in which we find and lose thoughts and memories. Similar to the “lost” April poem, the purpose of this poem is to follow the thought process of the narrator, but in this case, it is a very organized and “left-brain-dominant” thinker. To represent this, I used proper punctuation and tired to make it flow a bit more clearly, although it is still written in free verse.

Similar to the “lost” poem, I only used basic poetic devices such as similes or metaphors.

Found.

One poem.

I swear it’s no creation of my own.

I can’t believe that something beautiful could possibly have sprouted

Out of my infertile imagination.

Yet somehow,

I now shines so brightly

In my mind’s eye.

As a sparkling gem, buried in the thorny thicket of my

Thoughts.

Intellections.

Some fleeting,

Some never leave.

They crowd my head,

Packed too tightly into nooks and crannies,

Like jellybeans in a glass jar in a candy store.

Then, before I know what’s happened,

They’ve rotated

Leaving a new batch to be contemplated

And I grapple with facts and

Memories.

Strong reassurance.

They remind me what I have lived through,

And therefore,

What I live for.

And they are what I hold

As only mine.

Never shared or tainted.

They crystallize everything that I have

Seen, done, felt, or

Found.

One poem.

Must be returned to rightful owner.

No reward necessary.

Thank you.