Are We Lost?

Another one I thought I would remind you of. I do not give faves lightly. This shows such incredible talent. I love when you write in forms

wow, such great writing here, Ink. Gotta fave it.

I pray, dear Ink, that any lostness question you have is answered with a resounding no, such that love, healing and found-ness overcome any pain the world has served you :)

Dear Ink, your dialogue was incredibly powerful and eloquent. The journey of life is always filled with challenges and it is truly commendable how you captured that essence. Your work is simply outstanding! I am truly in awe of the seamless flow of words, and the profound symbolism you infused into your poem. The inclusion of the black orchid, with its oozing presence, created a striking impact. Despite depicting pain so vividly, you managed to instill a sense of hope within the reader.

This deep poem resonates. Well written! :)

Sigh, having come across a lot of haters and bullies, I can definitely resonate with this dizain poem of yours, my dear Ink. It's so sad that those hearts which only want to give kindness n love to others, suffer the most and in a very cruel way.Because this world steals our innocence.Leaving us numb! But the way you've actually woven hope and belief here is beyond impeccable & profound..I adore every line here that you've so gorgeously hued with poetic hues. "fallen leaves too shall caramelize"

Life is full of woes. We search for valleys of peace. Who doesn't? But peace is elusive. Still we search till we find that our creator has provided us with the best solution. Blessings.

We keep staring at the sad truths of life. Behind masks of pain we try to smile and weave hopes. We can only keep 'searching for valleys of peace.' Life is indeed a tight rope walk. What we have to do is to carefully balance ourselves and try tenaciously to place each step with utmost caution. Please feel happy that you are gifted with immense poetic gift and be thankful to God!

Your deep and soulful thoughts resonate with me, Ink. Many here at Poetry Soup are hiding behind mask of pain, we still write to encourage one another. The weaving of hope will help other to sustain and not give up. Sometimes things are out of our control, God is our only hope. Thanks for sharing this insightful poem with us, my friend. Do not give up your voice ... we need it. Bill

Your words are very poignant. A deep and gifted dizain...

- We search for answers ... search for solutions "behind masks of pain" - Are we lost in this world without new woven dreams (?) "the truth can stain" - A deep, sad and powerful poem, Ink - hugs

Good poem. I felt the rhythm and feeling of its words.

Dearest Inky, once again your words have hypnotized my spirit casting a wide net of spellbinding images - "Rare black orchids bloom through violence!" Your poetic artistry is on full display, my friend. "Time is a traitor only truth can stain." Simple brilliant. Every time I read one of your poems I know I am in for a poetic treat like the cherry on a sundae and moments of delightful pondering! If this gem is for a contest, best wishes. Blessings of joy to you! Thank you for this gift!

I can feel the yearning for a better place,for peace,for serenity,for things bright and beautiful.What had this world come to?Mal power,greed,hate,jealousy...If only..Made me think of the Beatles song"Imagine" .Such an amazing poem indeed.

Are we lost, hiding behind masks of pain? Is my rhythm of speech, now a song of shame? Whilst I'm weaving hope amidst woes in vain--Awesome. Quest of life is never easy. A potent dialogue, succinctly delivered, Ink.

What remarkable imagery and symbolism, so eloquently weaved together, oozing raw emotions in this heartfelt Dizain. A superb write, IE

Yes, I agree there are many lost souls out there and violence is running rampant in the large cities, and it hits the rural towns as well. On the news every morning, there is at least one murder in the Atlanta area, and in the three large but smaller areas surround the rural area where I live there is usually one murder on the weekend. So sad when most have so many years of life stretched out in front of them to become someone who might come up with a cure for an illness, a pastor, etc. Sara

black orchid blooms through violence,.. ooo that is deep .fallen leaves too shall carameliz…. love that imagery on that!!! Time is a traitor only truth can stain.. oooo yess !!! hiding behind masks of pain? Most definitely are!!! I'm weaving hope amidst woes in vain,deaf to your hate that burns strength of my name… yaaaz papi!!! That last line is gorgeous!!! This piece is a wonderful!!! Lost definitely!!!