Among the bare trees and ridges
in the last days of the year,
I tried to get lost. It was nearly dark,
evening clouds covered the mountain,
covered me, pulling deeper down
past mossy fallen oaks and the stream
that sang of never returning.
I followed as each path faded,
until there was none, and no me,
just blueness and quiet, and I secretly
hoped no voices would find me to call
me back. Late, in the dark and cold,
there were voices that haunted me
back, and I shuffled return steps
with my head down, through the darkness.
I still long for lost.
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Beautiful thoughts of velveted longings, nesting themselves deep into protective shades, where lostness is to be desired against the sometimes too crowded foundness…
Will be following:-)
thank you so much
I know how you feel I once drove until i didnt know where I was then I kept driving until i had to stop because I had no idea where I was, and it felt wonderful!!!!
a feeling we have shared 🙂
haunting quality here, recognise the feeling but couldn’t get so clse to putting it into words!
Love the line “..stream that sang of never returning ..”
But, selfishly … glad you’re still here.
“Among the bare trees and ridges
in the last days of the year,
I tried to get lost.” – Excellent lead 🙂
so beautiful…makes me want to run into the night, just as i have many times before….there is never anywhere to go…stunningly haunting words.
thank you very much for your kind words and taking the time to read my poem 🙂
Evocative… I think I’ve been to the same place of longing….
we have much in common, I think!
“I still long for lost”
And for a moment there, we were……….
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yes, I believe so
A truly beautiful and poignant poem. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thank you so much.
been there, and wanted to do that so many times in my life…. really good one!