My Quest and IA Poem by Lindsay LukensThis 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, happinessThis 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 LukensAuthor's Note
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Added on April 25, 2008 Last Updated on May 1, 2008 AuthorLindsay LukensMero Atlanta, GAAboutI'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..Writing
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