The Lost Moment

The moment you forget.

Mind wanders with regret.

Eyes blurred, lose focus.

“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?

Chasing a dream, tough.

As a child we rushed,

what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.

The lost moment unwinds.

The lost moment reminds.

Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.

We connect with our reality.

Endless possibilities.

Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.

Rebirth and see.

Are we where, 

we want to be?

Take that lost moment,

to reset your focus.

To find yourself and

your new found purpose.

Reviews

[DarkArtz 0703]

very nicely written enjoyable

[BThomvanWart]

This is quite a piece. To recall the rushing, impatience of youth and coupling it with those moments where we think, "What's going on with my life? Is this what I want, or need, to do?" It's almost like a tap on the shoulder. More of a sobering moment where you can sit and go, "A-ha! I know!" It reminds me a lot of the growing pains we face as we age through our youth and reach well into adulthood. I don't think anyone stops feeling these emotions. The simple form of this piece is what I love about it because you don't need to cloud everything with meticulous, hard to read forms. The emotions expressed in the piece are shining through perfectly crystal clear. Good work!

[Bonnie Paige]

To question why youth rushed to the adult world is always the one question asked as real life takes over. Your poem asks that question beautifully!