Unwritten Poems

These poems are lost like asphyxiated fetuses Who will never smile, talk or use psychokinesis These poems will never be read or heard silently Or aloud; they are vanished like smoke definitely. These unwritten masterpieces would have been read Known, heard and studied by everyone under the sun Their authors would have been prominent; having fun Is very important to a poet dozing on a blue velvety bed. Perhaps these poems were meant to be lost for a reason Oh! We can only dream and imagine for another season Another life where nothing can be lost forever, for infinity. Life could have been better for humanity, for all who breathe Whatever is lost is perhaps unimportant for time and history Man aspires more to waste, more to forget and to bequeath. Copyright © November 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.