We all probably know the story of the English Romantic Poet Samual Taylor Coleridge, who one morning woke suddenly with a poem complete in his mind. The poem Xanadu was the result. He was able to write only the first few verses before he was called for breakfast and the poem dissolved into nothing.
We do have the poem and even to this day we can see how much better the first part of the work is, the second part faulters and is less impressive.
Well this morning I had a Xanadu moment. I woke quickly and had a poem running around in my mind. Jumping out of bed, I rushed to my desk, paper, yes, pen, er! Pen!, Please a working pen! Found it.
Yesterday, through the missed.
I saw the eyes, that I have missed.
Soft kiss of the lips
Once kissed.
Err! there was more. Err, reminder to self be prepared to make notes at anytime.
We do have the poem and even to this day we can see how much better the first part of the work is, the second part faulters and is less impressive.
Well this morning I had a Xanadu moment. I woke quickly and had a poem running around in my mind. Jumping out of bed, I rushed to my desk, paper, yes, pen, er! Pen!, Please a working pen! Found it.
Yesterday, through the missed.
I saw the eyes, that I have missed.
Soft kiss of the lips
Once kissed.
Err! there was more. Err, reminder to self be prepared to make notes at anytime.
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