If I could name it
That I would
But somehow it's not there
Just like snowflakes on the tongue
Or a breeze that lifts the hair
Just the briefest vision
Like lightning in the sky
A shape that's always changing
Right before the eye
It is close, but far away
Like the minute just before
Beside this very minute
But behind a knobless door
I can't name it, but I know it
Like some forgotten rhyme
If one should hear it once again
Each word would come in time
It swims the channels
Of my mind
And I can't fish it out
It schools with others of them there
...My brain is full of trout!
This is a poem that I posted on poetfreak some time back. I have been sick with a very bad cold and haven't been able to write due to brain fog. This poem just seemed so appropriate. I just had to post it here.