Hinting at the possibility of a poem
Most disappear before I catch them
Leaving a glimpse of an idea
And a touch of despair.
It’s a blessing and a curse
The urge to play with words
And memory loss
Ode to Spell Check
By a bad speller and worse typer.
Random clusters of vowels and consonants
Turn into words
My spelling checked and corrected
Pen and paper
Blank screen starer
Gotta start somewhere