I Forgot
I forgot
to take
my ChapStick
out of my pocket
I didn't
realize
it was
there
So when I
did the laundry
the contents
went to the cap
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
JamesEli’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Foot Comfort | 0 | 10/16/2013 |
| Cloud Formation | 1 | 10/16/2013 |
| I Forgot | 0 | 10/16/2013 |
| Clock | 0 | 10/15/2013 |
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