Stop me if you’ve heard this one

It happened again —
a little bit of flotsam,
perhaps the start of a poem
or a little prose poem
or just a thought
that struck my fancy

and I even
had my journal and pen
next to my bed.

All I had to do
was turn on the light,
jot it down,
and go back to trying
to sleep.

I lay in the dark
repeating the flotsam
to myself,
fell asleep,
and woke up without it.

One thought on “Stop me if you’ve heard this one

  1. ain’t that more often the case….and nice write/read…and why you don’t have a bevy of followers here is beyond my comprehension…

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