Ubi Sunt

This is a free-verse “Ubi Sunt” poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The given words are pictured below the poem. This was inspired by the way that I write so much and so small that I often forget about poems that I have written or where / when I wrote them.


Where are the words erased,
Written lightly in graphite?
Even the words put down in pen
Are difficult to see, crammed
Without pizzazz in tiny spaces,
In need of illumination.
Where are the poems that I
Remember writing, remember liking
But can no longer find,
Buried as they are under years
Of other poem-filled lines?

2 thoughts on “Ubi Sunt

  1. I can relate to this. I have a notebook in my nightstand and I write poems or snippets of poems in the sun light when I can’t sleep. Then they are forgotten. I hope you find your lost gems.

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