(Another) One That Got Away (Poetry)

27th August 2017
Unsure why such a dream connects
a distant bell still rings
while dutiful grey words line up
to tell the strangest things

I pick them for their simple sound
and order them like troops
my writing leans with lazy style
undisciplined half-loops

The scribe records in hurried notes
the ghost of an idea
that teases as each image fades
and colours disappear

The plot now lost — I can’t recall
the meaning as each thought
unravels — plain as nonsense
lacking substance — nothing caught