Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Free verse

Forgotten North

FORGOTTEN NORTH



My Grief is fog
The sea is wild

Head winds are still
And I am lost.

I turn to land.
The rocks too sharp.
I have no map
The road is gone.

Biting Rocks
Bleeding feet.
Burning Ice floes
   follow me
In blinding void
 I am lost.

The compass twirls
And East turns West.

The sky 
        is 
          black.

             &       I 
                  am lost.

My North is gone
      Forever
              gone.

And I am lost

           Forever

                 Lost.



Victoria Anderson-Throop

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Jack Ellison July 17, 2013 at 2:06 PM Yup! This is going to my favs too! Huggs, Jack xox Victoria Anderson-Throop July 24, 2013 at 1:35 PM Jack...always happy to hear your comments. This was written when I was missing my mother, now deceased, but it is really a work about loss.....V

Barbara Gorelick July 16, 2013 at 9:28 PM Wow, this really speaks volumes...it made me catch my breath...Im going to fav this one. BG Victoria Anderson-Throop July 24, 2013 at 1:29 PM Thanks for the comments. It was meant to grab your guts, so I think, for you, it works! Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. V

Andrea Dietrich July 16, 2013 at 5:04 PM wow, I love the format of this one. It makes the poem really stand out. GREAT lines and makes for that forlorn feeling. Nice to see you. luv, Andrea Victoria Anderson-Throop July 24, 2013 at 1:32 PM Andrea....glad you like it. Dark poetry is difficult to write without becoming maudlin. I have been house sitting where there is no internet...bummer, but am looking for a new place where there is wifi...too many tourists in town (fishing derbies are big in Alaska) will find a place when summer ends. Love, Vic