Lost and Found

Tonight at #dverse we have been shown some wonderful poems about being lost. and given two options. 1) write a response to one of the poems shared, or

2) re write a lost poem as a found poem.

i have attempted the second option. as one of the examples given reminded me of my chilhood.

Lost in the Forest”

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”

scent of pine

 childhood forest revisited

(Based on the above poem “lost in the forest” by Pablo Neruda)

 lost in my childhood’s forest

Where I got lost in play,

I would escape the crying rain,

Of my parents torn hearts,

As their marriage failed.

A happy future

Something far off it seemed,

A deep secret hidden from my child self.

The shout of pine scent suddenly

Revives the roots I left behind

As I climb through my sentient mind

To teach me the way to behave

For my children. As I find the memories

Of lost in the forest as the rain cries.

And sing this for all to hear.

© 19/10/2021 rog leach

18 thoughts on “Lost and Found

  1. Parenting is hard when you haven’t really been parented yourself. That awareness is so important. I love the use of smell as a memory trigger – it’s so powerful. Thank you for sharing this one.

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  2. You wowed me with the killer last line,” lost in the forest as the rain cries, and sing this for all to hear.” You rose admirably to the challenge, and you thrive within the form and the prompt.

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  3. Thanks for an intimate look into the mindscape of a child of divorced parents. I love this idea: “As I climb through my sentient mind to teach me the way to behave for my children.”

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  4. Rog,
    The honest passion of lessons learned and applied as memories recall what must be torn out and what preserved is simply riveting. Beautifully “found” and accomplished.

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