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
Everyone will find themselves in this poem. I loved this poem...elegant as usual. Thanks Sandra for the light YOU provide to others.
Yes, I have felt lost before, and your poem says it beautifully. Great work. kate
I am glad i was able to peep here..Sandra, this is beautiful..it shows the beautiful person in you! i love it
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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Like Shelley you have a message for mankind, 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind.'