Lost

I once knew who I was

sometimes adrift

but confident

I could always read a map

to direct myself to peace.

You never knew yourself

Maps? Never tap into you

the lost one, the afraid one,

the one who dreamed too much.

You were lost then, you’re lost now.

Tossed, bossed, lost!

 

She’s okay,

not to say she’s not lost

It’s a cost she pays for too much thought

about issues fraught with tension

just the mention of which causes dissension.

Contention’s the way today.

She’s okay.

end 4/4/2018

Sascha Darlington

 

 

The prompt:

“and now for our prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a dialogue, which necessarily has two “I” speakers, addressing two “you”s. Another way to go is to take an existing poem of yours or someone else’s, and try rewriting it in a different voice. The point is just to play with who is speaking to who and how. Happy writing!”