The following poem is a little ditty I came up with while walking down a street, maybe 15 years ago. I often compose poems while walking.
An elephant never forgets. An elephant never forgets. If you think an elephant forgets, then you are not an elephant. © Karin Fisher-Golton, 2012
I don’t recall ever writing down this poem before I began to prepare this post. As you can see there’s not much to it. It is just twenty words long and uses only ten different words. Despite its modest stature this little poem has stuck with me. It pops into my head occasionally. It’s one I’ve been known to recite to my son or a friend. Sometimes it gets a giggle. It’s fun to say.
Other poems I’ve written and certain lines from my books and manuscripts behave similarly—they persist in coming to my mind. They aren’t usually the more flashy ones nor ones I thought were my favorites. Now that I think about it I see that they often have a pleasing rhythm or fun sounds and a meaning or twist. However, I like to think many of my other poems and lines have equal qualifications! Still, as their author, when this happens I’m pleased. I decide they work. Apparently, they at least work for me. This is one of those phenomena in the process of creating when the creation takes on a life of its own. I get to be both the artist and a surprised audience member. I love that.
Do you have poems, lines of text, or other bits of your own art that occasionally and consistently come to mind? What do you notice about them?
(Find more poetry at Life is better with Books where Bibliophile is hosting Poetry Friday.)