When a feeling’s something new, it’s never forgot.
A poem is a feeling, mixed with our thought.
The thought noted, drafted, written and expressed.
But for every poem expressed others go unwritten.
For those that go unwritten drafts will drift away.
For every draft shuttered notes have gone astray.
For all the notes strewn some thoughts might simmer.
Some thoughts evaporate and forgotten forever.
Then thoughts forgotten become a feeling of something new
A new feeling never to forget for the optimistic few