Bronwyn Wada-Gill

Brilliant Gone Stupid


“Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down” ~ Louis-Hector Berlioz



Clicking

Tapping

Major frustration

It was a good idea

More than good

Brilliant!

But no

I didn’t have a piece of paper,

My hand was already smeared with ink,

The shirt sleeve was too dark to write on

Mom would have strangled me if I had written on her Calvin Klein jeans

I lost it

Completely

It was a good idea!

Now what am I writing?

Writing how stupid I feel because I forgot my amazing,

Incredible,

Awesome,

Tear-worthy,

Hilarious,

Sad,

Idea!

Now?

Gone

Replaced instead by random words

Jumbled up awkwardly

Not matching

Not not matching

Not not not making sense either

Or was it not not not not making sense?

Wow…

Seriously?!

No hope

Nope

It’s gone

Gone

Gone

Gone

Into oblivi-on

Hey, that rhymed!

No

Fail

Just like everything else about this poem

Pshh…

Stupid jeans




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