The poet and some troublesome words

As a candle burned into the night
the poet played a game
Chasing words that tried to hide
behind the flickering flame

But however hard the poet tried
he could not catch but one
The words were quick to disappear
as they were having fun

It really was frustrating
as he could see them forming there
But the words stayed just outside his reach
as they had no cause to care

The candle burned down to its wick
and though he’s tried his best
The poet couldn’t catch those words
and finally had to rest

But then, as darkness ruled again
a little magic came
For the words the poet had seen there
behaved themselves again

And later as the poet stirred
from slumber there he found
the very words he’d never caught
so he quickly wrote them down


9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gwenice Gwee
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 03:40:13


    Liked by 1 person


  2. mukul chand
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 03:51:51

    Great Post

    Liked by 1 person


  3. Keith Channing
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 08:21:04

    I find the same; I fear to tell;
    When looking for a word
    It runs away. I have to yell
    “Come back you little tu…” [the rhyme eludes me… or does it?]

    Liked by 1 person


  4. Ratika Deshpande
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 08:35:31

    Great poem, but what do you call this game?

    Liked by 1 person


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