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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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Date: 11/18/2017 9:22:00 PM
Love the crispness of your poem and the imagery. Congrats on your win, Agnes.
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Date: 10/26/2017 4:45:00 PM
Agnes, I enjoyed your poem. Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Sandra
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Date: 10/25/2017 8:38:00 AM
Hopelessness is such a hollow feeling, great work Agnes, congratulations...
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Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM
Thanks, Charlie.
Date: 10/24/2017 8:05:00 PM
Congratulations on your win, Agnes hugs Eve
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Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM
Thanks, Eve.
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 ...
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Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM
Thank you so much, Probir.
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
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Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/25/2017 8:33:00 PM
Thank you, Paul.
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
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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.
Date: 10/1/2017 12:48:00 PM
That is incredibly scary, metaphor or not :) I can feel it in my stomach!
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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.
Date: 10/1/2017 6:35:00 AM
Well done Agnes! :)
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Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM
Thank you, Heidi.
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.
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Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM
Thanks so much, Eileen.
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.
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Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/1/2017 3:07:00 PM
Thank you, Viv. As a rock climber, I love rock formations.
Date: 9/30/2017 11:20:00 PM
Very well expressed, even I wont say the word either!!!
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Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/1/2017 3:06:00 PM
LOL - thanks, Arthur.
Date: 9/30/2017 9:25:00 PM
Concise, powerful piece, Agnes. Janice
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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. : )
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Agnes Krampe
Date: 9/30/2017 7:58:00 PM
Thank you so much, Connie. I'm glad the poem made sense to you.