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