The Lost One.

 

Shade blackened copse.

Beyond the eye a shadow,

ink dark,

searching,

twining and caressing

sinuous and pressing

every bough embrace,

a fleeting breath

softly held

acknowledging….

Unknowing.

Unfound,

lost.

 

© sweetwater 2020
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Guajiros
1 year ago

This is interesting. I like the gaunt structure of this piece almost like the object you are writing about. It creates a good, but cold atmosphere. I hope this is what you are aiming for. I have a feeling it may be about depression or indecision.

Omecronon12
1 year ago

I’d better agree with gosh (just kidding). A standard poem the way I’ve learned your writing and as such it has the economy with words, mindfully depicting and leaving a rather great deal for the reader. Great Work!!

Gee
1 year ago

That acknowledgement that they’re no longer there is awful. Lost describes that feeling perfectly. There are times in the morning that I forget and reach down my hand to touch Ben, and that feeling of loss is there again. Take your time to grieve. It’s hard to be without that companionship.

Supratik
1 year ago

Nice craft here. Beautiful flow, a lasting one.
Supratik

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