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

adventurenaturefree verse

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Line Gauthier

November 18, 2017 at 9:22 PM

Love the crispness of your poem and the imagery. Congrats on your win, Agnes.

Sandra Haight

October 26, 2017 at 4:45 PM

Agnes, I enjoyed your poem. Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Sandra

Charlie Smith

October 25, 2017 at 8:38 AM

Hopelessness is such a hollow feeling, great work Agnes, congratulations...

Agnes Krampe

October 25, 2017 at 8:33 PM

Thanks, Charlie.

Eve Roper

October 24, 2017 at 8:05 PM

Congratulations on your win, Agnes hugs Eve

Agnes Krampe

October 25, 2017 at 8:33 PM

Thanks, Eve.

Probir Gupta

October 3, 2017 at 6:35 AM

Abrupt arrival of "Self similarity deceives" is stunningly beautiful ... a jewel ... often I grope for ... doors seldom open ...

Agnes Krampe

October 25, 2017 at 8:33 PM

Thank you so much, Probir.

Paul Callus

October 2, 2017 at 4:41 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

Agnes Krampe

October 25, 2017 at 8:33 PM

Thank you, Paul.

Jan Allison

October 1, 2017 at 4:40 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

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 5:22 PM

Thank you, Jan. I love it out there, but we are very careful and well prepared in the wilderness.

Darren White

October 1, 2017 at 12:48 PM

That is incredibly scary, metaphor or not :) I can feel it in my stomach!

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 3:08 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

October 1, 2017 at 6:35 AM

Well done Agnes! :)

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 3:07 PM

Thank you, Heidi.

Eileen Manassian

October 1, 2017 at 2:29 AM

Wow...no one would want that feeling. No one wants to admit or even think of that word. Great write, dear.

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 3:07 PM

Thanks so much, Eileen.

Viv Wigley

October 1, 2017 at 1:26 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.

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 3:07 PM

Thank you, Viv. As a rock climber, I love rock formations.

Arthur Vaso

September 30, 2017 at 11:20 PM

Very well expressed, even I wont say the word either!!!

Agnes Krampe

October 1, 2017 at 3:06 PM

LOL - thanks, Arthur.

Janice Canerdy

September 30, 2017 at 9:25 PM

Concise, powerful piece, Agnes. Janice

Connie Marcum Wong

September 30, 2017 at 7:49 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. : )

Agnes Krampe

September 30, 2017 at 7:58 PM

Thank you so much, Connie. I'm glad the poem made sense to you.

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