Lost and Found
Lost amongst the
Words that imbue
Themselves indelible
Upon the heart.
And bloodflow
Pulse with
Every thought.
Countenance those words,
Page printed, but
Alive, yes alive!
Breathing, breathing.
Lost amongst the
Words, long since
Written to permanence.
Lost, yes.
But in between
Every line,
I'm found again.
Found.
Again.
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Nothing beats that feeling of being lost in the written word, a poem, a novel, and finding it resonate with you.
At once both lost and found.
Photo: Reading the poems of Seamus Heaney by the waters of Strangford Loch at Castle Ward in Northern Ireland. What a magical place.
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