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.

Sandra Haight

Date: 10/26/2017 4:45:00 PM

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

Charlie Smith

Date: 10/25/2017 8:38:00 AM

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

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

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 ...

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

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

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!

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! :)

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.

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.

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!!!

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

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. : )

Agnes Krampe
Date: 9/30/2017 7:58:00 PM

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