There are things <br />I keep forgetting <br />to put into my poems: <br /> <br /> certain slants of light <br /> colors that cannot be named <br /> shadows that fall across me as I sleep <br /> words that the wind has taught me. <br /> <br />I keep meaning to capture them, <br />letting them twirl like falling leaves <br />through my mind, <br />letting them get lost <br />in the swirl <br /> of surviving.<br /><br />W.I. Stoneberger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-poems/
