The One That Got Away!

I tried! I tried! I tried my best! The words I can't recall... I know those words were truly blessed, they were incredible! They came within a midnight dream! I'm here at 1 a.m. My pleasant mood became extreme, 'I can't remember them! ' The dream began and she passed by, my Muse with words so wise... At first, her beauty made me sigh, with smiles that filled my eyes! I tried to write the poem down... I thought I caught each verse... She spoke so fast I had to frown, things went from bad to worse! When I woke up, some words remained, just fragments, nothing more, Just phrases from the poem gained my Muse chose to outpour... But then a haze dwelt in my mind... A scrabbling for the rest... But finally I couldn't find the words that made me blessed! Then anger flooded in my heart! A river full of rage... Although I tried to make a start, I hadn't filled the page... I prayed to God! 'Please help me, Lord! Don't let this poem fade! ' But silence fell, I stood ignored, forlorn, bereft, dismayed... That's when I grabbed the negative and turned it all around! I gave it all that I could give, new poems to astound! I wrote all day, I wrote all night, a hundred poem's done! Forget my Muse! I did all right! Boy, what a marathon! Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.