Elegy for poems dying young

Elegy for poems dying young

I mourn them:

all those beautiful infant poems

birthed in the umbra of slumber,

offering such promise, but

slipping away in the night;

all the ones that cascaded

into semi-consciousness,

niggled at neurons, then trickled

through the cracks of cognizance

with nary a touch of pen to paper;

and those poems that tickled my tongue

at one time or another

but never got to byte.

I’d like to believe they still exist, somewhere

out there, floating in the ether,

on some other plane, perhaps,

awaiting another opportunity;

that I’ll awaken one morning

to a familiar foundling on my stoop.

But, failing that, 

mayhap one might appear 

on another poet’s doorstep,

reborn.

  

PSC/2014-Apr

Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge:  Day 16 – An Elegy poem:

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-16