Of unwritten poems and video screens (A poem)

Sometimes, I miss the window for getting something down on paper…

I had a poem inside my head
fully formed
ready to emerge

But I closed my eyes
before it could find a way out

So it’s still there, inside my head
only now it’s hiding
waiting for its time
to come again

That fleeting thought

smothered in red
pixels on a screen
masquerading before the dark

When the scene changes
the thought is gone
as red gives way to blue

(4 October 2015—posted October 5th)