Thought Wrought Lost

Unbounded horrors!
My ruin is complete!
Instead of fingering Save,
My cursed digit did Delete!
Hours of thought wrought lost.
My soufflé has gone flat,
Instead of lofty wordage:
Pfftt! It’s gone! That’s that!
I hear a Charlton chortling,
And 2nd shift with smiles replete,
Why on earth didn’t G*d make it Maybe?
Must we always have this dreaded Delete?
Soooo, back to the fearless white page,
As thoughts scurry about incomplete,
Ah, another grandiloquent turn of phrase…*zip*


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on June 28, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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