THERE IS A THOUGHT by Firestone Feinberg

		Author Name: FirestoneFeinberg	7 Comments
		Date Added: June 13, 2012 17:06:29	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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THERE IS A THOUGHT

b’’h

6/2/12

THERE IS A THOUGHT

There is a thought

I had before —

But now it’s lost.

And so a song

I used to sing —

But now it’s gone.

Time is a bird

Who was my friend —

She flew away.

And here I am.

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	Comment By: Kymberly Donn on June 14, 2012 06:10:38 PM	Report
	What a delightful piece David! In 10 lines you say more than "Willie" did a 10 page sonnet. Keep inspiring us my friend, perhaps one day we shall achieve your level. ~KD~ Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alistair Muir on June 14, 2012 08:31:43 AM	Report
	I admire the way you broach a thought and come to a conclusion with such dexterity, panache and brevity -- it is also so emotive for me with my twisted mood swings and sometimes flaky memory. Superb David -- Alistair Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: HOPE on June 13, 2012 09:04:29 PM	Report
	David Can you really know how much this really applies to me. lo l it's funny. I have been having serious issues with my memory I used to contribute it to the depression. The depression has pretty much lifted. But the memory loss remains. I walk into a room, I look in my purse or in my dresser, not knowing what the heck I,m looking for. if I was speaking and was interrupted in my thought by a flying bird, a word, basically anything it lost in the wind as if a gust came in one ear and out the other and wiped everything clean. lol A wonderful right. you always seem to say much with very little. I should take lessons from you. lol Love Hope Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Pamela A. Lamppa on June 13, 2012 08:40:11 PM	Report
	Ooh. A bit like Bukowski without the cursing. I like the deliberate movement through appreciating what we have now because it could be gone in an instant. Nice work in brevity as well. A treasure. ~Pamela Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Henry M. on June 13, 2012 06:00:25 PM	Report
	Well David, this sounds like that bird was named memory and she up and flew away on you. great poem I really liked it. Henry Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: She Whispers on June 13, 2012 05:40:38 PM	Report
	As we age our mind not as clear...we forget and it upsets us all.. Sometimes I feel the same...The birds of time fly so swiftly and were just here with not much music to hear.. So much silence....Love ~ India Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Tomahawk on June 13, 2012 05:16:32 PM	Report
	Are you saying you're running out of time?! Len Respond To This Comment