Lost Poem

The image floats
just out of reach
like a butterfly
eluding my grasp

by the very margin
of my swish-net
buffeting. I could
never let it come

to land just on me
by the immaculate
stillness of a quiet
and peaceful mind.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Lost Poem

  1. Read some of your work. Great writing.

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