The Daily Poem

THE MINE OF AFTERTHOUGHT

The mine of afterthought remains

More brillant than a hundred stars.

Such gold in thickly laden veins

Was never poured in shining bars.

More brillant than a hundred stars,

The best of what we might have done,

Was never poured in shining bars,

In threaded fancies never spun.

The best of what we might have done,

Derailed and buried underground

In threaded fancies never spun,

In latent pools of unsung sound

Derailed and buried underground,
Remotely whispers as we drill,
In latent pools of unsung sound,

No matter how we take our fill,

Remotely whispers as we drill,

Such gold in thickly laden veins,

No matter how we take our fill,

The mine of afterthought remains.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 340

Pantoum

Idyllwild, California

Lat: 33.74, Long: -116.70

JOURNAL:  Mimi & her Mom made breakfast: french toast.  Mom and I made lunch: potato salad.  I'm just hanging out.  Still feeling sick.  Mimi's out in the workshop organizing things.  Our Eurail Passes came in the mail.  Valid in 22 countries for 2 months.  Must be activated no later than July 27.  Nice to have Europe in the bag!  Played Canasta for a couple hours.  Ending scores left Mimi with the Gold, me with the Silver, Ivan with the Bronze, and Virginia with the Aluminium.