NaMoWriPo #27

Give Me a Clue

In the mornings poems flow

On the way to work, I go

In the evening nothing’s there

Yes, the cupboard is completely bare

If only I could capture quick

Thoughts that are like a thrown stick

I have no faithful companion to retrieve them

If I did I wouldn’t run

Into problems walking from room to room

Feeling like an empty loom

Where someone forgets

As soon as she sits

To type this up for you

Then she hasn’t a clue