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Lost

The word nobody dares
to speak.

Red rocks tower
over dry pools.
White salt crusts the rims.

Pathless,
the canyon maze
is a fractal landscape.
Self similarity deceives.

Panic
nests
in my stomach.

9/30/2017

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Line Gauthier Date: 11/18/2017 9:22:00 PM Love the crispness of your poem and the imagery. Congrats on your win, Agnes. Login to Reply

Sandra Haight Date: 10/26/2017 4:45:00 PM Agnes, I enjoyed your poem. Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Sandra Login to Reply

Charlie Smith Date: 10/25/2017 8:38:00 AM Hopelessness is such a hollow feeling, great work Agnes, congratulations... Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM Thanks, Charlie.

Eve Roper Date: 10/24/2017 8:05:00 PM Congratulations on your win, Agnes hugs Eve Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM Thanks, Eve.

Probir Gupta Date: 10/3/2017 6:35:00 AM Abrupt arrival of "Self similarity deceives" is stunningly beautiful ... a jewel ... often I grope for ... doors seldom open ... Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM Thank you so much, Probir.

Paul Callus Date: 10/2/2017 4:41:00 PM You ably created the setting and produced the panicky feeling that hits us when we realize that we're lost, Agnes. Fortunately in Malta it is very hard to get lost!! Regards // paul Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM Thank you, Paul.

Jan Allison Date: 10/1/2017 4:40:00 PM Such vivid description i could feel the panic rising and I'm so glad to read its a fictional poem Agnes as I know how much you enjoy hiking and climbing:-) hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 5:22:00 PM Thank you, Jan. I love it out there, but we are very careful and well prepared in the wilderness.

Darren White Date: 10/1/2017 12:48:00 PM That is incredibly scary, metaphor or not :) I can feel it in my stomach! Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 3:08:00 PM Thanks, Darren. Yes, it is very scary. Fortunately, it is fictional for me; we never actually got lost backpacking and hiking in the desert.

Heidi Sands Date: 10/1/2017 6:35:00 AM Well done Agnes! :) Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM Thank you, Heidi.

Eileen Manassian Date: 10/1/2017 2:29:00 AM Wow...no one would want that feeling. No one wants to admit or even think of that word. Great write, dear. Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM Thanks so much, Eileen.

Viv Wigley Date: 10/1/2017 1:26:00 AM Yes, I've always felt something slightly malevolent and, oddly, chilling about rock formations. You set the scene and capture a feeling well, Agnes. Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM Thank you, Viv. As a rock climber, I love rock formations.

Arthur Vaso Date: 9/30/2017 11:20:00 PM Very well expressed, even I wont say the word either!!! Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 10/1/2017 3:06:00 PM LOL - thanks, Arthur.

Janice Canerdy Date: 9/30/2017 9:25:00 PM Concise, powerful piece, Agnes. Janice Login to Reply

Connie Marcum Wong Date: 9/30/2017 7:49:00 PM Panic is evident in this most moving piece Agnes. I can feel the panic in your words just thinking about the vastness of not knowing which way to go and the thought of running out of water and expiring in a place your body may never be found. Chills....Excellent Agnes. : ) Login to Reply Agnes Krampe Date: 9/30/2017 7:58:00 PM Thank you so much, Connie. I'm glad the poem made sense to you.