Where has it gone?
by April L. Smith
Monday, June 04, 2007
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I wrote this when I was going through a particularly tough time in my life which, thankfully, I've overcome.
Hollow inside, this gnawing
cavernous ache in my belly,
I feel an essential piece of me
has gone astray.
I think I’ve misplaced it,
like those damn car keys,
that I always seem to lose
after a long, forgetful night.
I’m running out of time as I look,
the clock’s faithful arms
stretch round and round,
their limitless energy knows no bound.
They’re not on the hook
by the front door, my keys—missing—
missing like my feeling of acceptance.
I’m craving this absolute peace
permeating my body, pumping through my veins,
like blood, my life force
(making me whole).
This piece, this link, it’s mislaid,
lost in the abyss of endless, tedium life,
work, bills, friends, living.
I desperately want it back.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I know these feelings well, April. Your poem is very effective. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Sometimes it does seem as we get wrapped up into a world of so much to do that we forget what we need to do...live and love.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Interesting piece, something we can all relate to from time to time, enjoyed.....