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Lost
by Morgan B Merriweather

Saturday, July 23, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Lost

 

It’s calm and it’s eerie, almost rote and rehearsed this cold feeling

as the roving spotlight shaves the thick grey fog

and nicks the white mist, missing you

 

And so, you listen, closely, intently

For that cue

For that back to front echoes’ of an outer space

For that toll of the buoy bell

And you carry on 

And you row

And you roll along, slipping into the airs’ character that saturates the skin

And corrodes, slowly, penetrating farther

And you reach

And you pull

And you glide

And you methodically pierce that glass shield, breaking the 4th wall with the tilt of oars

And you touch that voyeuristic audience

And you are wet and dripping

And you coast, waiting

For that swift receding pocket of a denouement

For that lifting

For that instant

And so, you row

 


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Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 4/5/2012
Lost ... like holding a breath. Intense and thought-provoking. ~Hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by Odin Roark 2/28/2012
Absolutely poignant and insightful exploration of not only the thespian minded, but any and all who seek their validation from "the outside." Would that more could pull the oars, sit quietly and listen to the quiet within. They just might find rowing is unnecessary. Thank you for delving into this most perplexing subject, given the celebrity obsession far too many people seem to indulge in.
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 7/31/2011
drenched in sea spray... this is most excellent, morgan.
blessings,
carolyn
Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd 7/28/2011
Wonderful poem, Morgan. So much more to think about than a rower lost in the mist though that is frightening too. Thank you for reading my poem, Salt. Laurel
Reviewed by JMS Bell 7/26/2011
LOST? AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE...IS THERE NOT HOPE? FOR, DON'T WE ALL, AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, GET 'LOST' ALONG THE WAY? ADMITTEDLY, 'LIVING' IS NOT AN 'EASY' VOYAGE. BUT, AT LONG AS WE ARE STILL IN THE BOAT, AS LONG AS WE CAN STILL 'TOUCH' THAT VOYERURISTIC AUDIENCE, AS LONG AS WE CAN 'COAST' AND ARE STILL 'WAITING'...FOR THAT LIFTING, THAT INSTANT...AS LONG AS WE STILL HAVE 'HOPE', WE ARE ALL RIGHT. WET? YES, DRIPPING? YES, BATTERED? YES. BUT...WE ROW. WE STAY TRUE TO THE VOYAGE... WE STILL ROW, WE STILL...'PRESS ON'! MORGAN, YOU ARE JUST FANTASTIC...YOU ARE ONE WONDERFUL POET. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by pat medlin 7/25/2011
morgan this leaves me speechless with so many emotions...admiration for such beautiful talent...sadness...i have visions and feelings of sitting at the kitchen table hearing you give this anology to explain to a best friend or to your mother what this crushing pain and how you're coping feels like. you put me right with you...incredible work! 'and so you row' what words of strength and determination....probably one of the only poems i've printed out...may need this for my daughters one day...what a gift to us all...p
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/25/2011
Rowing (slow and steady) is an exceptional metaphor, MM, for what must be done to heal the heart when putting on masks for so long (to survive) causes ones own identity and purpose to wither. Another spring is coming with renewed growth and myriad blossoms. Row strong!
peace and butterflies ... r
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 7/24/2011
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by John Flanagan 7/23/2011
This is writing of a high order, Morgan,
this is poetry of a high order, driven and demanding,
and challenges and delights this reader.
Kudos!

John
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 7/23/2011
Morgan,
I like the sense of waiting to see what fate has in store; which way it will guide you next. Hugs,
Sheila
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 7/23/2011
Deeply feeling the sadness
in the rhythm of the rowing...

~Morgan~

of such an emotional poem
that you have finely written!!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by TONY NERONE 7/23/2011
Wonderful writing, do not rock the boat, just keep on rowing.
Peace
Tony
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 7/23/2011
You have penned a poem of mystical wonder. Sometimes you just gotta keep moving along..toward your destiny, row row row your vessel merrily down to Old Lyme...come see me, sweetie, we can have some fun...

Peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 7/23/2011
I think you have reached great heights with the style you have chosen to use in this poem, because it compliments your meaning so well!
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by George Carroll 7/23/2011
As long as you continue to row there is hope

George
Reviewed by Joy Hale 7/23/2011
Hauntingly eerie poem of desperation. Good read. Joy L. hale
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 7/23/2011
Why row, when its easy to get a small motor & putt-putt through lifes trials...e
Reviewed by Christine Alwin 7/23/2011
"roving spotlight shaves the thick grey fog
and nicks the white mist, missing you" What an opening line setting the stage of this mystical eerie poem of a desperation feel...great work!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 7/23/2011
What a piece of poetry you have taken from your soul and shared with the world. My favorite line, "For that toll of the buoy bell." Yes! A warning perhaps, of a wishful retreat. You have created a masterpiece here, my friend, and I will save it for future readings.
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