Lost Poem by Sandra Fowler
Lost
The lonely landscape whispers of itself.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Lost in such thoughts we wonder what to do?
Bones are not strong enough to turn sunset.
Windows of home shine over the next hill.
Why must warmth always seem so far away?
Perhaps it might come closer if the dusk
Could understand the human need for light.
For all those who have lost their way.
Previously published The World Poets Quarterly, China
This poem makes me ache with its beauty and wisdom. Bill Grace
A candle in the window glows providing a beacon to guide your way Loved your poem this is poets poetry
Thanks, I just recently found my way back on the main road to OZ.
Lost yes Lost am I in this amazing sea of words beautiful write ++10 regards anjali
You've captured that lost feeling through your fragil, yet powerful, imagery!
some times couple of lines are enough to nourish my soul for years... happy am i...since some of them belong to you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks for these beautiful and touching words Sandra. I'am one who lost her way a long time ago and with the patience of others and the Love of God, found my way back to the light. thankyou Sandra for this beautiful writing.--Melvina--