Early Springset for journeyingin City streetsmapped on the HeartCouch Counciladvice renderedhushed with Urgencyresults in wastingI swear I knowmy way aroundso how can It bethat I cannot findA $1.10 bus ticketcirca 1989 & nowHellYou’re sometime elseinexplicably Lost.
Poem 22 of 30 in April for National Poetry Month, shared with Real Toads, where it's Open Link Monday.
I'm trying.
ReplyDeleteBehind the sofa cushions?
Sorry, I'm being daft out of ignorance.
Only you know the details of what you're writing about here, but the feeling of it is vivid and sad.
ReplyDeleteYes, I get the sense of a journey too long delayed, or not taken at all. the pervasiveness of the 'lost' feeling at the end is very moving.
ReplyDeleteYou think that bus ticket (whoops, I originally wrote "bust"--Freudian slip) from 1989 is still good? Might be time to "spring" for a new one.
ReplyDeleteLast two lines ..... (as a confirmed Lostie, yep it's a word in Urban Dictionary) awesome!!
ReplyDeleteseems like the fragmented muttering of someone in dementia...intriguing.
ReplyDeleteI have been there when something so small fills me with urgency to find where it is hidden. I know not what caused this frustrated search, but I feel its importance.
ReplyDeleteI really like the feel of this.
ReplyDeleteAh! Escaping the lectures, wasting time on politeness, wasting time, years. How did that happen? Freaky cool!
ReplyDeleteIt's not a nice feeling to be "inexplicably Lost"
ReplyDeletesometime lost... that is an intriguing line.
ReplyDeleteI noted that "sometime lost" too.......a poem that hints of a deeper story. Intriguing the reader to no end.
ReplyDeleteI love the last two lines, Marian, what a wonderful concept..."sometime else" has been "inexplicably lost"!
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Sometimes we're lost and that's okay, I guess. As long as we can find ourselves again...*smiles.
ReplyDeletei really like the emotion in this one.
ReplyDeleteah, thanks. super-lost, argh!
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