Leftover Thoughts on Being Lost – After Kasey Chambers, Lost and Found (a golden shovel poem)

No, I don’t want to talk about it yet. I 

don’t know which of these words I could 

say to make sense — some thoughts can give 

a girl such nightmares, and scatter away 

all the good from the coffee and sun of this 

morning. I do know this — my sensitive heart 

is shifting, in these hours of weariness. I’ll leave 

it to itself – to refold the map and choose the path it 

wants to take. My feet will find their way. So, in 

case you’re thinking you should worry — the 

truth is, there’s no reason. I know I’m not lost 

for long. I’ll find my compass in this confusion, and 

let it point me north — keep going until I’m found.

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POETIC FORM:

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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