Lost at Birth

Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge #35 – KNOCK in ‘a’ rhyme

For, when the time stopped in the clock,
when nothing stirred and all were still,
clear were the whispers of my quill.
My words collected in a flock,
and woke me up with sudden knock.
Parting my mouth to give them life,
when only air came out with strife.
On their way to birth , they were lost
.
It was when I needed them most.
How I wish I had a midwife !!


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  1. This is missing one line, but I really like this anyway! The “flock” of words and “whispers” of the quill are great. I’ve had similar experiences of having only a partially-formed idea, or one that is gone by the time I get a paper and pen.

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    1. Thank you very much for making pointing that out.. I had it in the draft, but missed it here while publishing !!! Have added the line ๐Ÿ˜€

      About the experience, I always have it … something comes to my mind, but then somewhere on the way, it fails to take shape and then I totally forget what it was !! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ :/

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    2. There’s a famous singer/songwriter, but I can’t remember who it is, but they said that if they couldn’t remember when the opportunity came to write it down, then it probably wasn’t something worth remembering in the first place. I’m not sure if I totally agree but there is some truth to it. I’ve written on my hands, arms. whatever I could in the moment and wherever that moment might be. I had one two nights ago, a great line that was philosophical and just a great line. It came while I was cooking and I grabbed a post-it and jotted it down. I left it on the counter and later that night my spouse came into my room and said, “I don’t understand what it means. What’s wrong?” I never would’ve come up with that line in those words again. (I’m longtypeded. That’s the typing version of longwinded.)

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      1. Heheheh..
        the same happens to me too.. i repeat the line so many time so that i will not forget, but then in less than 5 mins, it is gone.. tbat is when I cannot find anything or anywhere to write !!

        I loved and enjoyed your longtypeded para ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

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