For today’s prompt, write a poem in which something is lost and then regained. Maybe a relationship is lost and then regained, or a special keepsake. Maybe it was stolen and won back. Or maybe it was in your possession the whole time, but you just didn’t know it.
Lost/Regained
Appearances all.
All disappearances - just appearances, just visions
lack of vision
lack of inclusion
To think we could lose
any of it
Until we lose all of it.
Nothing is lost - it is right there
out of sight, out of mind, but present,
accessible -possibly.
No. it's all there
every utterance, every possibility,
every dip in that reedy pond or touch, expressed
, books - understood, read at least, read.
And all our days and all our nights,
their magic and tedium and meaning
under our skin
within.
Nothing is lost, really.
Until all of it is.
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