Searching For My Lost Words

Will it be a wild goose chase in Pele’s rainforest?

Taressa Watson
The Lark Publication


Neon lights with the words “This is the sign you’ve been looking for.”
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This morning,
while drinking my coffee,
I was searching for my Words.

As of late, I realized, my projects —
poems, essays, stories —
have all trailed off into nothing.

The Words simply disappear…

I was beginning to think they were hiding
in the black hole in my brain
where names go to die.

So, I began looking for them.

I scanned through
old work on my Medium timeline
looking for a clue as to their whereabouts.

It led me back to my writings
from May of 2021, where my old Words
jarred me out of my morning stupor.

To my consternation
Is elusive.

Was this the sign
for which I’d been looking?
I read on.

My brain seems
To drain
In the rain of the shower
Poetry puddling around my feet.



Taressa Watson
The Lark Publication

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