a poetic thought or idea

that arrived and was

exciting to say the least

then I began to get busy

or thinking about something else

and that amazing poetic thought or 

potential poem idea

just went away

unable to remember it

unable to recall what it even was

as it vanished just as quickly

as it had arrived 

and for this to happen to a poet

is simply horrible

dreadful even

for this in my humble 

opinion

is worse than having

writer’s block

because it was there, but then just

suddenly left the building

and exited the nearest door

like feeling the brunt end

of a bad joke

for how many poets, other than I

have ever had an amazing 

poetic idea, just go up in smoke

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