- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Lost and Found
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Lost and Found
I lost you
somewhere between
St. Louis
and Toledo.
For eleven months exactly
I have searched
for you
between pages of Wordsworth
and bars of Joplin,
and even beneath
your Best Buy Catalogues.
Our pigeons on Main Street
don’t recognize your picture,
but I never was good
with crayons.
I posted “WANTED” posters
on the poles we used to
lean against
and in the doorways
where we waited
in the rain.
You’re still missing.
Or is it me?
But I would
forgive you
if you came home.
I walked back to the river,
which finally receded,
you’ll be glad to know;
I think you must have
floated away with it,
clinging to a shingle
of someone else’s
house of dreams.
I apologize
if I pushed you under.
The mahogany waters are rough.
I know. You pulled me out once,
remember?
COPYRIGHT: trendyredhead 1993
- COMMENTS
lostandfounderalmost 20 years agoLike watching a paper boat float down a river.
Quiet, gentle and sad.
Very nice.
Good title.:)
fawniealmost 20 years agoi lived that poem once..hell, if i wanted to be honest i'd tell you i still was.
that was so beautifully touching.
sad and yet romantic, very nice!
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago...from start to finish. Powerful and phrased cleanly and with first-class surety.
perksalmost 20 years agoOur pigeons on Main Street
don?t recognize your picture,
I posted ?WANTED? posters
on the poles we used to
lean against
and in the doorways
where we waited
in the rain;
but I never was good
with crayons.
You?re still missing.
Or is it me?
that's the only change I would make, and it's so slight in comparison to the magnitude of your imagery. The emotion of this poem floors me. I'm in awe. This is a great piece of writing.
Eumenidesalmost 20 years agoI think you must have
floated away with it,
clinging to a shingle
of someone else?s
house of dreams
This was the pinnacle of this great poem. There are so many parts I want to quote, and so much I would like to dissect within it, but I can't because a greater portion of me just wants to inhale the poem as a whole. Great images, even better than the first poem I read of yours. I'm saving this one. *smiles*
