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

Date: 7/17/2013 2:06:00 PM

Yup! This is going to my favs too! Huggs, Jack xox

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Date: 7/24/2013 1:35:00 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

Date: 7/16/2013 9:28:00 PM

Wow, this really speaks volumes...it made me catch my breath...Im going to fav this one. BG

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Date: 7/24/2013 1:29:00 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

Date: 7/16/2013 5:04:00 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
Date: 7/24/2013 1:32:00 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