I WROTE THIS POEM about a week before MAG 66 was posted. I somehow knew there would be a match up, and soon, I hoped. Tess, thanks for the wave length...
LOST AND FOUND
There is an authentic place
for all of us,
where we pull
the blanket of comfort
up to our chin,
and dream through
a universe of wonder
and discovery.
A genius, a prodigy
may have that
one true blessing,
that who am I?
handed to them on silver.
Most of us are not that lucky.
I was a tourist in my life
till a minute ago.
That's when I started
to assemble the blocks,
the alphabet,
and noticed that some
called this writing.
I finally arrived,
opened that door,
was able to yell out,
"Honey, I'm home".
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36 comments:
This is so beautiful... love that you have captured that moment, that wonder that we all experience.
love the first stanza,
overall, this is way too cool.
visual and beautiful.
That is a powerful feeling to know where you are suppose to be and what you are meant to do. Wonderful poem!
Spot on....heart strings pulled, knowing smile produced...every line fits into a favorite...great writing!
I know exactly what that feels like.
That's the essence of good poetry, understandable lyricism.
Hi Reflections-
Thank you...lucky if we do find our moment, our meaning...
Hi Jingle-
So many lovely thoughts..thank you!!
Hi Kristen-
Thank you..I think it does take a lifetime sometimes to discover who we are!!
Hi Blue Sky-
Glad there's some emotion there..Thank you so much, Mary Ann!
Hi Friko-
I so agree with you about the understandable part...I like to actually have the meaning conveyed..but abstraction can be colorful!!Thank you..
You really can write, Lyn.
Hi Berowne-
I'm just floored by your comment! Who could ask for more??Thank you..
Lyn- this is wonderful- such a way you have with writing.
and thanks for your so kind words on my blog.
Hi Kathe W-
Such a lovely thing to say..thank you so much!
Oh, this is just so wonderful!
It's just beautiful!
Loved it very much!
Bravo, Lyn!!!
That discovery is so life-affirming. Beautifully expressed.
honey, i love this one! :)
I was nodding away reading your poem, so lovely, Lyn especially the last verse.
Of course you are Pinter.
Wonderful piece. I remember when I first really discovered writing for myself
That's when I started
to assemble the blocks,
the alphabet,
and noticed that some
called this writing.
Yes.. indeed. I am glad I too feel at home! Very well put. I was a nomad till now- aimless (too) if I may add..
Hugs xox
Hi Margie-
Wow! I do so appreciate your comment..thanks!
Hi anthonynorth-
Thank goodness we do discover our path..thanks so much!
Hi Brigid-
A new blog perhaps.."Pretend Pinter"!..Thanks for your support..
Hi mindlovemisery-
You are amongst the lucky, too...Thank you!
Hi Olivia-
Wandering till we found that niche..lucky us!! Thanks always for your kind attention...
Hi bendedspoon-
So happy to hear from you, lovely...thanks!
Wonderful. "I was a tourist in my life till a minute ago" reached out and grabbed me.
Hi Tess-
Thanks..to be a participant,that has to happen!!And opportunities abound..
Lynn,
It's a glorius feeling when things fall into place and we get that voila feeling!
rel
Hi rel-
Being home at last, pretty great!Thanks, rel...
Lyn - I just loved this - it made me sigh with pleasure!
Anna :o]
Hi Anna-
This sure makes me feel good..thanks so much!
Engaging, telling-tale work,
Hi Steve-
Thanks, so glad you enjoyed this..
I simply found this amazing. A beautiful read.
Hi Lena-
I'm so pleased with your comment..thank you!!
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