Losing Things

Losing Things

A Poem by Phibby Venable

i am always losing things
the small town i grew up in
shrank beyond hand's reach
my first kaleidoscope left
with a daisy chain in the grass
i lost my wedding ring
to a southern beach, the gold
failing to direct me
through the yellow sand
and i lost a man, once or twice,
on some verbal backroads -
but i found my way home
But now - years past, the ripped
tear of time speeds a high tune
and it is strange & true

I never really lost anything
but you.

(birthday poem: 4/21/13)

© 2013 Phibby Venable

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I guess a lot of lost things we fret over might not be that important. Maybe we're better off? Perhaps what we've found is what counts.

Posted 4 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phibby Venable

4 Years Ago

thank you, Samuel, yes, very wise advise from you.
Another great poem. Beautifully written. Thank you.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Phibby Venable

5 Years Ago

thank you so much Leo xx

Leonard Birch

5 Years Ago

My pleasure. A beautiful write.

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Added on April 20, 2013
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Phibby Venable
Phibby Venable

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