Forlorn

Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations. - Thoreau

Painting: The Lady of Shallott by John William Waterhouse

lost

out of control

bemused

no gps

no s.o.s

no way to know, no way to guess

strange people

odd surroundings

where am i

this place where upstream is down and downstream is up

where a cup is a dish and a dish is a cup

this place with tall, swaying, laughing trees

this place where today's wind trades places with tomorrow's breeze

someone help me, please

can't you see, i'm begging, down upon my knees

help me find my lost keys

adrift in a bereft gravy boat of indecision

help me pay the steep toll

quickly, before i grow too old

before i fall through the crack

before grey deepens to black

please

help me find my way back

Author's Note

“The universe constantly and obediently answers to our conceptions; whether we travel fast or slow, the track is laid for us. Let us spend our lives in conceiving then. The poet or the artist never yet had so fair and noble a design but some of his posterity at least could accomplish it.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Seriana]

It must feel like an abyss of loneliness to be lost in that place. To feel abandoned and without hope; a desperation that one would grab our hand and save us.

I love your Thoreau quotes. They add quite nicely to your message.
Thank you for sharing. A contemplative piece for sure!

[Pete]

thanks seriana. yes, being lost does not feel good but it is during such times that we find out who we really are by what we learn during such times and how we respond is revealing ... and yes, thoreau was an amazing philospher among other things. peace and blessings your way dear friend and poet ... :)