Poem -
A LOST THING
Somewhere
In the mists of time
I lost a thing
A precious thing
And ever at Sabbath's bell
When the winds blow through
I hear it's song
A sad lamenting call
And always in the sleeping time
I am toubled to find it
Though it will not be found
And I am saddened
My heart beats ragged
And the day is dimmed
And as the shadows fall
I grieve it...
For what is a breath
Without the lost thing
Without hope?
Marion Price (2019)
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Beatifully expressive Marion! Our inner souls are always seeking to find what it needs to nourish us... Hope is that thing that keeps us willing to keep searching..Lovely piece Marion. Lodigiana xx
You know, I think writing is experimental and personally I'm always searching for a voice and tone that I'm happy with because mostly I don't feel iv gotten it right. But this one...I'm am happy with because it says what I wanted to express in the way I wanted to express it...a very rare occurrence!!! So I am particularly happy that you liked it Iodigiana and very grateful to you for reading and commenting before it gets lost in the giant bin of Cosmo! ?...thankyou ?
Hi Marion,
Beautifully written poem, as always. It's sad, and a little mysterious, and sparsely, wonderfully written.
Always enjoy your poetry so much.
Life is my lost thing.
Great job!!
Matthew.
Ah...lovely Mathew. There is no mystery, the lost thing is hope itself. I have spent the last ten traumatic years feeling exactly like this Mathew and am only just emerging from the dark. The mystery is that we ever find it ....(hope) again.....but we do. Have hope, your life will right itself...love and light to you my friend ?
Hi Marion,
I suppose you're right, even though it seems like such a distant, little light, you can still see it there. Thank you! You're great.
Hearts and happiness,
Matthew.