“Lost” by Lynn White

stripy-socks

Lost

All those lost souls wandering sadly
in the space of their imaginations.
Where are they?
I can’t find them,
can’t help them.
All those lost socks swallowed.
by the washing machine.
Eaten up
Digested.
Where are they?
Odd,
but I can’t find them.
All those lost words tumbling
through the dictionary.
Sometimes I find a few
and catch them
hold them,
write them down.
Then, sometimes
a few more find me
and I grab them too
and re-arrange them all.
Sometimes they are worth reading
found and picked up for keeping.

 

Background for this Poem:

The poem was inspired by all the odd socks I seem to accumulate!
First published in Silver Apples Issue 9, People We Left Behind, 2017

 

Author Bio:

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy, and reality, and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

 

Find More by Lynn:

Lynn’s Poetry Blogspot
Lynn’s Facebook author page

 

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