Thanks, Brenda. In this case, my waking dream was of my posted poems: however articulate they may or may not be, they are doomed to static existence while I have moved on, no longer even capable of writing "that poem" or "this one" ever again. Then, even while I was writing it down, I realized the very poem I was writing would be left in that room, finished in more ways than one.
Larry, this is awesome.. Makes me wonder about all 'lost' things where do they end up etc.. These poems may be unfinished but they no less worthy of finished poems. If that makes sense. Glad its nominated as I'm all out.