Lost

so many ways...

I've been lost where candles

splash movements on the trees.

Old gnarled arms and fingers

give me their scratch affection.

I've been lost on black ribbons 

with painted lines white and yellow.

Green white signs laughing

giving me misdirection.

I want to be lost where 

your smiles move and

chase laughter in the night

taking away my frustration.

Reviews

[dw817]

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I'm - not so sure it's ever a good thing to be lost, no matter how beauteous the path may seem. But yes, there are some days (including today) when we wish to be free of frustration.

Certainly to be lost in a woman's arms, or smile, or even her depthless eyes - can never be too much a thing where one would ask for directions to leave. :)

[Kristin Lee]

To be lost anywhere frustrations are lost sounds like a lovely place. Great write up.

[An owl on the moon]

Such subtle hues of lostness... in the dark or the light.. finding pain or joy... May we all get lost in the place of smiles and laughter.

[Nia Hope]

Amazing imagery awesome job!

[Oceana]

Now that sounds like a wonderful place to be lost. I love it, your descriptions are as unique as they are breathtaking

[QuietlyCrash]

Oh my god. I love it. It's dark but almost a tad bit hopeful great job.

[Stella Armour]

i like how you turned the poem around in the last stanza Mark.. we can be lost even to ourselves..

[Angi]

The truckers solitary life aches here, Mark. I can feel the yearning to be lost with her.. Angi~

[Rosalind Gale]

I cannot add much more than what has been said previously. One of my favorite records is called 'Candleland'' and your poem has made me want to go listen to it once more. Thank you Mark, for this night eerie poem.
-x-

[Baby Ricochet]

The last line clinches the feel of the poem. Great job mark