Lost Chances

that once waited, and remained unrealised. (Plus new version)
Pic.: my own

 

It’s,
the small clues we miss;
the hesitant glance,
lingering stillness,
manoeuvred nearness,
strange moments of distraction.

Unseen,

fate holds sway,
leaving
nodes of fine design,
mushroom buttons of lost chance,
languishing in darkness.

Unloved,

with no spores to follow,
they sink and vanish;

till,
falling light finds them,
on memory’s muddy floor;
white corralled pebbles,
shining,

in
slowly ebbing pools
of the mind.
 
 
 
(With thanks to John Shaw ‘woodbine’)
 
Goth:2004

 

I wrote another version more applicable to the current situation re. UKA:

 

Lost Causes

 

It’s work contributors
we miss

the rhymers and roamers
the flash narrators
the long-haul prosists

the promoters, the protesters
preachers, romantisizers,
fantasizers

poetising, humourising
solemizing, polemising – gently

Unseen

fate holds sway
with new membership closed
with old members
over the hill, and many far away
Internet’s best presented site
is stagnating
languishing in darkness

Unloved

with only a handful
of persevering souls, including
at least one geek and a dork (myself?)
to follow
UKA will soon sink and vanish

till
with the Earth going under
TickTockers and Twits find it

a geocached list of ises and wannabes
and their efforts, 
slowly sinking

in the knee-deep junkyard
of lost domains

 

Goth:2023

 

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sweetwater

I have read and re read your first poem, and the more I read the more I find in it. It says so much. It keeps drawing me back to see what more it will tell me. The second one.. I hope it won’t come to such a sad end. But of course you speak the truth. So many are now missing or heartbreakingly lost forever. For me this site and the contributors have inspired me when I had thought I would never be able to say ‘I write poetry’ with any conviction. Mike Verdi in particular took me under… Read more »