This week let’s write a lost poem. We lose things all the time, keys, games, patience, patients. Post your findings in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Lost
This week let’s write a lost poem. We lose things all the time, keys, games, patience, patients. Post your findings in the comments below.
Dark Room 2
She loved her photographs,
capturing other people’s moments
while they lived life
and she resolutely displaced
her identity.
It was far easier
to slink and sink
beneath the swell of the waves
of the others who were
more lucid.
It was far more evocative
to vanish
behind her lens,
seeking her next victim,
misplacing the viscera of herself.
With each click, her passion
turned her into a cannibal.
She craved other people’s
memories, dreams, triumphs, failures-
her own false collection!
My own, she thought hollowly.
She looked around her
and not even her authorship mattered.
Pictures, faded and aged from
time’s imprint,
mocked her secretly with
garish shades and shadows,
for she had capped her own
camera long ago.
Why, she asked, would I want those
irritating flashes in my eyes?
As the dark room served
as her new shelter,
she lost the reason
to develop herself.
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Posted by Jess Chappell | March 13, 2019, 11:36 PMLove the ” slink and sink beneath the swell of the waves” and the cannibal metaphor. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 14, 2019, 8:58 AMI like the desperation in disclosing what you lost.
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Posted by Jess | March 13, 2019, 11:30 PMIf you find the hidden key
never lost by you, but found
nonetheless
what is it that you do with said key?
Would you try to use it
when you don’t know the door
or simply or not simply ask
the keeper of the key
if you are sure
Is this yours?
Be sure that when you ask
you are able
to handle the answer
or evasiveness
for I can tell you this
it’s for a great amount of certain
it’s his
Now, how’s that for turning
stomachs
hearts
livers
wringing tears from the eyes
of trust
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 12, 2019, 7:50 AMLove the “wringing tears from eyes”.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 12, 2019, 12:10 PMThank you…I rather favored it myself.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 12, 2019, 12:12 PMI was going to clean the house
but I lost my oomphty-oomph
I was going to call you
but I checked Facebook and lost the time
I set that item down just now
then I turned around it was gone
I was going to write a poem
but I lost the words
Of all the things I’ve lost
my mind is what I miss the most
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 12, 2019, 1:31 AMI like the oomphty-oomph. Nice work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 12, 2019, 12:06 PMJust posted my poem: https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2019/03/11/lost-keys/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 11, 2019, 8:24 PM