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

[Leslie Philibert]

and I have the same message as my fellow reviewers, excellent, especially the last stanza

[Archangel Gabriel]

Such a yearning poem painted in a metaphor of travelling at night. Lovely.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love the depiction of driving in the night as a metaphor for travelling alone in the empty dark Mark.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such emotion here...melancholy as it is, there is also a soft and sublime feel to the words. "I want to be lost where/your smiles move..."--this piece alone gives me a bit of the shivers, because it is so very touching. We want so desperately to be "found"; we all want this. I like the imagery...the forest, the roads, and the misdirecting signs. Also a very nice flow to the piece. Well done.

[Mark]

Thank you Sarah. Being lost can turn into an occupation. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I understand that sentiment...

[Frieda P]

I hear the trucker in you coming through in those beginning stanzas, ha...I want to be lost in that way too, sounds like a plan to me, where's the road map to this place? Nice one Mark!

[Mark]

If I find it I will share my dear. :)

[Jack...]

Wouldn't we all? I liked this Mark. I really like how it ended.

[Mark]

Thank you Jack! I hope some day it will end that way.