what once was lost

who knows how these things fall through the cracks, the words have been restored to me and while not my best work, maybe I should keep it around

Journeys are strange sometimes.

Do you remember
when we used to ride around
on Friday nights,
out on country roads
trying to get lost?

It must have been an exercise.

Practice--
so that as adults
we would know how
to find ourselves.

Not that tomorrow
we'll know exactly
where we ought to be--

But we'll find our way again.

Author's Note

Deb remembers. Sometimes the asphalt turned into gravel, but still we found our way back.

Reviews

[theludus]

I like this, it really got me thinking, pondering the words, and relating them to my own experiences. I feel as if it needs some different angles: oddities, and a little refinement. When you choose phrases they must of course carry the momentum of what's already been begun, but they also need to dance off on their own.
This is also a personal preference of mine, but I think pauses are invaluable devices in poetry, so that the words hang there for a while, this can also guide the reader, and keep them to the rhythm.

Journeys are oddities.

Do you remember
when we used to troll around
on Friday nights--

on country roads,
clandestine
in our efforts to get lost?

It must have been an exercise.

Practice--
that as adults
we would know how
to find ourselves.

And so, perhaps
it is less than incidental
we should find ourselves
together

never knowing we
were lost.

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just messing around within your theme.

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freaking awesome

[holly]

I loved this. I don't know what else to say but, for goodness sake, keep it. It's small but satisfying. Sometimes the stuff we are most critical of in our own work tugs at other readers minds and hearts.
Thanks for posting this.

[TL Boehm]

I take heart as I read this that I will "find" myself amongst the cul de sacs and switchbacks....although it seems for me lately it's more of a perpetual stop light....sigh.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Finding your way back ... isn't that always what we strife to do? Wrong turns ... wrong people ... wrong choices .... but we find our way back. You always write tiny maps that help find the way on life's big treks.

[Ladysue]

I thought this was a fantastic piece of writing. It says a whole lot in such a little poem. Great work!

[Lola Nation]

I never had country roads to get lost on but this sounds so lovely and sometimes we must get lost to find ourselves again...

[Tony]

Ah! Sweet Emily, you are so good at bringing up old memories for us to visualize. Some of us may never find our way back, once lost and some of us will always find our way back, I guess it depends on who wants to found and who wants to stay lost, lol always making me think.

Antony

[AK]

When we were young my brother and I would explore back roads and trails on our bicycles, then motorcycles. When we got cars we abandoned the trails to cruise Northern Lights Boulevard in Anchorage in the evening with our parking lights on. "Cool" tends to change with age.

I still remember to back roads and trails the best though.

[Lola]

This is wonderful. It makes me feel rather nostalgic-- it has sort of a childhood feel, and...

[Wildfleour]

I think this is an absolutely lovely write. I am a fan of your words - big time.