Death of a Poem

When the computer gods say: Thou shalt not write this poem. 4-10-2021

Death of a Poem


I lost a poem
to the ether yesterday:
computer gods conspiracy
or fumbled fingers, regardless:
it vanished in a wisp
of word leavings.

It was too new,
written too fast
to have become indelibly
etched. It was, suddenly,
just gone. Just an empty space
where a poem should have lived.

Lost words. I'd sooner
lose my glasses. Rewriting
doesn't, often can't exactly
replace the once was.
Silly, to some, perhaps: not to me.
I had to grieve the death of a poem.