When I was a little girl, I lost my silly star-studded sunglasses in the booth of a Big Boy restaurant in Dallas. I still remember the feeling that hit me when I realized they were not still on my head as we got back in the car. In tears, I begged my daddy to go back in to retrieve them, and even though he did, I still remember that distant memory vividly. Some things no matter how small they are, stick with you like a silken slip on a July day. The feeling of loss can have a mighty punch; one that we can never forget.
Lost is a place with broken wings
Like an injured bird where it does not belong
And once you have lingered there long enough
You forget you could fly all along
I searched for you in reflections
Not just mirrors but the eyes of the old
In their grief and brilliant memories
I heard your voice in each story told
Lost is a place with no directions
Yet signs around every bend
When you are staring hard into yesterday
Today gets blown away in the wind
I lost you one summer morning
Before winter was due to unfold
Now I only remember August
As a summer that was way too cold
For lost is a place with broken wings
Like an injured bird where it does not belong
And once you have lingered there long enough
You forget you could fly all along.
Photography by Rodney Smith
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 219
This week we are remembering a dear Muse friend Beverly who has recently passed. Rest in peace dear Bev. 💖
So achingly beautiful "For lost is a place with broken wings
ReplyDeleteLike an injured bird where it does not belong", and the loss that renders August cold. So powerful, Carrie, and the repeated lines reinforce the message so well.
Nice one!!
ReplyDelete"For lost is a place with broken wings
Like an injured bird where it does not belong"
Much💚love
Yes, Carrie, and the older we get the more we lose. Copid to this fully vaccinated and bolstered one, lost several items for me. I can't smell or taste, I'm still coughing, and my memory has lost ability to remember names of people, places and items. Other items because of age or injury.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write, I couldn't help but think of Beverly and our loss of her as a friend.
And there's selfus acts such as google has done to her and me and others. It's a power grab, it wants control of my blogs, my youtube, and my Yahoo accounts.
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Jim,
jimmiehov6.blogspot.com
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"Lost is a place with broken wings" - indeed. And so much we've lost, and forgetting we can still fly.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem of loss. I will keep a copy of this one and with your permission and at a later date write a cento to it.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a Rod McKuen poem I have somewhere, but can't seem to find on line. It ended like this, as i recall:
ReplyDeleteEmpty is the eyes of women when everything has been taken from them.
Empty?
Don't talk to me about empty.
This is full of amazing imagery and the stomach-dropping sense of loss grows with each turn.
ReplyDeleteI think this may be one of my favorite poems that I've read in quite a long time, Carrie. I love it.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
http://skepticskaddish.com/
And once you have lingered there long enough
ReplyDeleteYou forget you could fly all along.
A great close Carrie! Very true! Once he comfort zone has been breached it is plain lazy to try to get out of it. Blame it on human nature!
Hank
Oh Carrie, your poem is 'every person's poem' ... how utterly and profoundly this touches.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful and lyrical poem Carrie. So touching and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI feel such poignance permeating this, Carrie. That raw pain that just keeps coming at you.
ReplyDeleteI was so taken with the first line of this poem. A chilling sadness in summer.
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