Fly by Night Poetry

There are other poems 

In my mind. 

I see them flying by 

but have yet to catch them. 

The words come at 

inopportune times ~ when 

away from my pen and paper, 

or perhaps in the shower, 

or sometimes when I’m out 

for a walk. These fly by night 

suggestions for poetry never 

stop long enough for me

to get pen and paper, 

but they do cheer me. 

So I keep writing, 

filling notebooks and loose leaf 

in hopes that one day, 

one of the little poems will get 

distracted and slip down the barrel 

of my pen, tracing itself on the page.

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”

~ Carl Sandburg