ELizabeth Lied (Inspired, in part, by "The Art of Losing")

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Elizabeth lied.
    The art of losing
    even when it comes naturally
    like with my keys
    or that prescription
    is awfully hard to master.
    Especially the things
    that come less naturally
    like losing myself
    in so many ways
    and some so permanent
    or losing two sets of brown eyes
    or losing the grip
    on the memory
    that would’ve told me
    if it was two sets
    or just one.
    Either way
    I lost two sets of eyes
    one perfect pout
    one surprising smile
    and two people
    that for some reason
    (and not one I’ve forgotten
    just one I never quite figured out)
    moved my heart
    like a fifteen car pile up
    or the big bang.
    I’ve misplaced the word
    for what they both were.
    No, wait
    here it is
    at the tip of my tongue
    hold on,
    got it—
    lost chances.
    Yeah, that was it.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I never cease to be amazed and awed by each new poem.:eek:hmy: You continually best yourself... but the feelings you write about just rip holes in my soul.:sad:

    If I had my 'druthers I'd rather not be amazed by each new work in exchange for knowing you no longer felt so tired and alone and confused so badly... :sad:

    love and hugs for you, my friend and poetic genius,:hug: :flowers: :hug:

  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Least, have you ever read "The Art of Losing"? It's a beautiful poem. Even if you have, thought I'd post it for those who haven't...

    "The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

    — Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster."

    — Elizabeth Bishop
  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    That is astonishing:eek:hmy: - and wonderfully read aloud.:smile: Thanks for sharing.

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