Oojamaflip

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On the trials of a would-be Poet . . . continued . . .

The words won’t come …

Oojamaflip

Is all that I can say

It fills a space

A hole in time

But I will have my day

My day when flow turns into flood 

And torrents can’t be held;

New words will rush – 

Nay, hush, they’ll gush.

 

More trees, no longer safe, will die

For inspiration 

Felled.

 

Is it for this the poet’s toil,

Denuding all those forests?

Did oojamaflip kill time and life

With its pointless blunted knife?

 

Or did I seek to spill my thoughts

Predicated on my fecund muse

Merely upon a whim –

A sense of knowing what to say

Without reason to say it? 

NOTE: From the O.E.D.   … Like thingamabob or whatchamacallit, oojamaflip (also spelled whojamaflip, hoojamaflip, etc.) is a word used to refer to something a person doesn’t know the name of, or doesn’t wish to specify precisely.   . . .

A word used when you can’t remember the word that you want to be saying.