My Quest and I

My Quest and I

A Poem by Lindsay Lukens
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This is a moderately experamental 'shape' poem. I'm interested in seeing how it translates into this little box we're given... Its about the search for meaning, happiness

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This is the last time:
                        Now,
            you and I won’t move
        ‘til we find what’s wrong here.
    In here.
This is on me like waves on the beach –
        with each rolling crest I feel it digging deep
 
                        are my m                                   
                   off         e                                  for   ni                                carried off
           Washed         mories.                 hope   gh                           work   by
                                                       away        tly                       my      this
                                                Rinsed             dreams.         I saw    dark
                                                                                         Week        in the
                                                                                    Last                   swirling deep.
           
            Grain by grain these crashing beauties
    sweep me further out to sea.
Once, I had faith in low tide;
        now I am reconciled to drowning
                 one gulp at a time.
On a plane of rhyme and season,
what logic guides these tidepools
and strips the leaves from the trees
and robs the sun of the sky?
                                    What’s that?
Yes,
Thank you, my friend,
                                                                                                            I forgot.
                                                                                                   For a moment there,
                                                                                    I thought I might grasp –

                                            Everything

© 2008 Lindsay Lukens


Author's Note

Lindsay Lukens
Read the 'waves' up and down, not across... Sorry if the type is too small, this is the biggest I can get it without distorting the shapes...

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Lindsay Lukens
Lindsay Lukens

Mero Atlanta, GA



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I'm a slave. Do I need you say anything else? Ok. I am a twenty-two year old poet and writer currently studying English at a university in Georgia. My interests include existentialism, modern art, li.. more..

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