It Evades Me

It sits tastelessly on my tongue

Ephemerally unformed

It escapes me

Hidden in recesses of my memory

Teasing and testing my patience

Rendering me lost in mid-sentence

A, B, C . . . X, Y, Z

Articulated

Hoping cerebral recollection of characters

Force

The intangible from my brain

Darn

It just won’t come

It escapes me again

Oh, how annoying

It was just there recently

Fingers tapping, eyes squinting

Furrowed brow

Distractions and musings

Hoping the misplaced will appear

Magically

It doesn’t

Frustrated, I opt for the equivalent

Bold and highlighted bright yellow

To be revisited when

That elusive word slips from my tongue . . .