empty
I looked in the place
I’ve looked before
where I thought
for sure I’d left it
But it was empty
I checked again
to make certain
and found nothing
I could swear
there was a poem
in my head
one I’d thought
about all day
But the cupboard is bare
Whatever happened
to those words?
I guess I’ll never know
(D. James)
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“Disposable Poetry” is brought to you by The Lucky 13 Writers Club , which is really just 2 crazed writers, one a Frenchman living in Denmark (El Sebbo), the other an American living in the United States (D. James).
Conceived in Feb 2007 as a transcontinental experiment, they put this blog together to share their work in the hope that someone, other than themselves, might read it. Today there are more than 350 poems and growing. Late in 2008 the structure changed a bit as El Sebbo took a break to work on other projects, but still posts occasionally. New poems are now being posted every other day and if you haven’t done so already, please browse our extensive archives, check out our tag and category clouds or pop a word or phrase in the search bar and see what you find.
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