In Memory of Clear Nonsense

My masterpiece

Written

By pure accident

Birthed

By frustration

And a hint

Of warm tequila

I went wild

Possessed

By a Jabberwockyian spirit

Creating words

That made no sense

And every sense

I finished

I presented

I was stunned

Applause

And praise

I was a god!

Over years

Disaster struck

Computer crash

Spilled soda

Mysterious disappearances

Wiped my poem out

Attempts to rebuild

Making a shadow

Of the former art

A crippled soul

Forced

Into existence

So I sit

Maintaining the style

That birthed it

Hoping to regain

My Clear Nonsense

The Story

I took 100-400 level poetry classes in college as a secondary focus. During my 300-level poetry class, I wrote a poem that was just wild. I called it ‘Clear Nonsense’ and it practically screamed ‘Jabberwocky style’. The words were fake, but made sense and painted a story. I was extremely proud. Then, my computer crashed and I lost the digital file. I spilled soda on the hard copy before I could retype it. The backup disk was corrupted and I recovered everything, but that one poem. My teacher couldn’t figure out where she had placed the copy she kept, which was strange since she was pretty organized. I tried to rewrite it and came close before a computer burp killed it before I could save. I guess ‘Clear Nonsense’ was never meant to live longer than a few weeks.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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11 Responses to In Memory of Clear Nonsense

Leisa says:

February 13, 2013 at 2:52 pm

R.I.P Clear Nonsense

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- slepsnor says:
  
  February 13, 2013 at 2:54 pm
  
  Thanks. It will be missed.
  
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  - Leisa says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 2:57 pm
    
    I have books all over the house with my writing in them, I am wanting to get them sorted and burnt, and the good stuff saved, *sighs* it will take me forever
    
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  - slepsnor says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:03 pm
    
    My advice is to never throw out anything. You never know when an old idea that you thought was junk can be a central key to a new idea.
    
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  - Leisa says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:16 pm
    
    I’m a neat freak so the old poetry hanging around disturbs my OCD lol
    
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  - slepsnor says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:26 pm
    
    Folders?
    
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  - Leisa says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:30 pm
    
    Do you mean put my work in folders?
    
    I want to have one journal I keep for writing at all times, one sketch book and the rest of my work on the computer, will take me forever, but that’s good because forever is all I have
    
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  - slepsnor says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:31 pm
    
    I meant folders. I’m an organized clutterer because I have at least twenty notebooks and folders scattered about my room. It takes me a while to find specific ones sometimes.
    
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  - Leisa says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:37 pm
    
    That would drive me crazy.
    
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  - slepsnor says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 3:41 pm
    
    I’ve been living in crazy since high school. I started looking at it as a journey of random discovery. Mostly this idea came about when a pile of notebooks fell on my head. A lot of things seem to fall on my head.
    
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  - Leisa says:
    
    February 13, 2013 at 4:10 pm
    
    LOL..cool
    
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