Monday, August 27, 2012

Where Lost Things Go


















Where Lost Things Go

From a distance,
It seems sudden.
In close up,
Not so much.
It's the things
You hardly notice.
Keys. Pillows on a bed.
A date passed by
To wherever lost things go.
Tell me, does it trouble?
Must you run
To keep ahead?
Instead, I watch your peaceful sleep,
With arms crossed on your chest,
And, "Lost?" I think.
Not lost, no. Not really.
Just gone where lost things go.

11 comments:

  1. I can only be lost if I have a destination I have no idea where it is, not if I am where I belong at any given moment in time.

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    1. Lost to the rest of us, though?

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    2. Depends on if "us" chooses to walk with me or take another path, if the latter then yes, for a time at least Karen.

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  2. But i am unsure of my destination.
    Not even sure if i'm in control of it, or just driftwood on the current.
    But running and running doesn't seem to help. Maybe there's a place between los n found
    Rick

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    1. Somewhere Between the Lost and Found. Good book title!

      There's a lot to be said for going with the flow, but what about those on the bank?

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  3. The Gift

    With my crossed eyes closed
    in the pretense of rem sleep,
    eyelids vibrating,
    I catch my inhale
    and moan and sigh a little,
    letting my leg twitch
    offering to you
    the chance to wonder
    what my distant dream might be,
    if it is of you.

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    1. Thank you kindly, sir, for the gift.

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  4. There & not really there - it's got to be one of the hardest things to experience - for the sleeper and the watcher..

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  5. Those on the bank are just resting, contemplating the drift they just passed through
    Rick

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  6. I saw your letter today! It's nice that you took the time to be complimentary. Not many in or of the media get that often. <3 WV!

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