Every poem yet unwritten
Is there for us to find.
Scattered in forever’s ocean
Sewn into the seam’s of time.
When we’re searching for life’s reason
Or lamenting things we can’t control
Like soothing dreams or whispering sorrows
They brush against the poet’s soul.
Any one of us could stumble
Across the poem, waiting there
But, we must pause to gather it
And write it down somewhere.
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
Written August 26th, 2002
In a list
A contest entry
- Write a poem about poetry. by Earlbecke.
80 points, ended September 29, 2002, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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