Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Tuesday's Poem: Lost & Found

I wrote a poem today.

Actually, I didn't write it.
I found it.

A found poem! Gift

of strange bureaucracy,
inadequate translation.
A straining to explain that's

just the ticket.

All that's called for
is recognition,

There's often a catch attached.
A too-easy snigger.

But this one was perfect.
Well, almost perfect.

I lost a poem today too.

A lost poem:
you don't hear so much about those ones.

There's not much to say really.

I only have the blank piece of paper
I didn't write the poem down on.

For more Tuesday Poems look at the list of links on Mary McCallum's blog:
O Audacious Book.