Lost Lore

You are right, we do have very similar thinkings on our posts Rosina, this is wonderfully put out in a great story, I loved it. It really brought home exactly the lost feeling I was to going for, have felt. Thank you so much for sharing, I saw nothing I would change and my favorite lines are. A fierce wind battles with my sanity as I rock back and forth in thought. I don’t know who I am anymore. That somebody I was…I’m not. I exist in a vacant universe with eyes open I fail to see. I yearn to revisit times of lore, to be that girl I used to be. Ok, it was two full stanzas but I wanted to add more! Julie D.D. Hello all, come and join us in live chat! Meet n' greet, Neo night, lonely poems, teen night. We have something for everyone, come and meet your community!

Xena, this wonderful inking has universal appeal and most of us who read, if not all of us who read, will be able to identify with what you say in the poem. We all have that young inexperienced girl inside us, as well as the innocent child who has suffered in so many different ways. The young adult, child adoringly played with on her knee - all the different ages we've grown through to the present moment in time. I have no wish to return to times of yore or lore, Xena - been there done that and while I readily acknowledge all the different 'Mari's' inside me - I no longer am any one of them and I choose to live in the present moment - it is the only time frame which works for me. Beautifully expressed, great imagery and flow. As with all your superb penning Xena - a delightful pleasure to read. Thank You for so very kindly sharing.

till today no one has known what and who and why we are yet we all make it to the altar and finally to the grave..

... and identify. Enjoyed this very much, and leaving with much to ponder. BTW, on the first line it should be mind's eye, not minds-eye. Thank you for sharing these thoughts.

I liked how you placed this one to page Xena. There is always the child inside us all that sometimes remembers and is always alive inside us. I can relate to this poem for as a little gal I also remember many things and cherish much as life goes on sometimes wishing the child within comes out to play in our adult years. This one worthy of a Nom for me. Good job. I really liked what you have here Peace to you Mona

Dumb ass forgot the stars and nom

A 'What if" poem .... I can only sigh, lovely love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)

Dear Xena-This poem is very beautifully written. I can relate to it on several levels. I, too was married once and like you have no children. I certainly understand why you prefer to live alone. I really enjoy your work. I find I am very often able to relate. Love-Faith ~I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~

Holy sheesh, Xena, I can honestly say I've been there... A fierce wind battles with my sanity as I rock back and forth in thought. I don’t know who I am anymore. That someone that I was…I’m not. That verse took me straight back to sitting alone in an empty hallway at the college days before I walked into a counselor's office to deal with demons from my childhood. This took me straight back to motel rooms my mother used to bring us to when we had to run again, back to destroyed Christmases and one long destroyed childhood, back to the days and nights I was the second housewife in many more ways that anyone would imagine...No, I will never be that little girl that other girls got to be, with their young loves and young marriages and normal lives behind beautiful houses and loving fathers. I never such thing. I'll never be the girl who knows who she is, who can look in the mirror and be totally content with what she sees. But what I AM: Stronger, braver, courageous, a fighter. I am a survivor, a fighter, a young woman who was never in fact young at all. It's what he made me. It's what the stolen childhood molded me to be, from lost innocence to gained strength to face every day and look a battle straight in the eye and defeat it too. I may not like what I see in the mirror but I can fight and I will. So the next time that fierce wind knocks your sanity down, be the one to swoop down and take it back up again. We aren't victims in the lost lore, dear Xena...we are survivors. Peace & Light "If it wasn't for all of your torture I wouldn't know how to be this way now, never back down you tried to hide your lies disguise yourself through living in denial but in the end YOU WON'T STOP ME." ~ Christina Aguilara

Dear Xena, I don't know what to say. All I can say is Great, Fantastic, Lovely, Superb, Mindblowing....and all the good adjectives. You are such a superb poetess. May I ask you one thing? How old are you? I think your poetry has the experience of ninety years! Regards! Ayaz Warith

A wonderful comment on the ageing process. lou xx " I am my own guide."

Ann of Norway "I surrender to the passing of time a shadow despondently surreal." This is wonderful, just wonderful dearest word spinner, you have made such a complete and well thought out poem here that I am awestruck. Wonderful. Love to you from hot Norway, yet it rains!!! Ann.

I am touched by the lovely flow of emotions while they dance through sunshine shadow and rain...the effect and mood was so very palpable in your write .... warmly (sublime_ocean)...

With this tale of regrets, I feel like you are telling my early/mid life story. Things beyond ones control and those that were just bad choices. I won't go into how and why I relate so well with this write. Thank you. My favorite lines: A fierce wind battles with my sanity as I rock back and forth in thought. I don’t know who I am anymore. That someone that I was…I’m not. Always, Cat

Xena, this is a touching poem because everyone both successful or not can relate to this is a way. i know i can. Its wonderful work. Im eager to see more

This is a great poem. love the ins and out the maybes, what was sought and what was drawn from and an ending. we all wish for things that may have changed our lives, and to recall all the wants and dreams, relive time itself though what we have is what was given we still thirst. Love John

well for me this is one of your best! there are so many places to go with this write and speaks to all in in different ways absolutely brilliant my comment would be this, 1 year of bliss or 20 miserable! we do choose in the end thats whats fab and scary! wonderful poem, with great love to you shirl..... shirley harrison

Xena, lots of very good imagery, pure poetic lines that has lost much impact in a poem that really doesn't lend itself to rhyme unless rhyme is your chosen venue. I wonder where you would have taken this had you gone with free verse? Do you? It was Thomas Wolfe in Look Homeward Angel who said you can never go home again. However, we are only ever coming and going from the same *I*. ~love and light, Anna "There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh

to the show. I love the alternating verses with end rhymes. Well done. Beautifully written. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin

for intruding here: Just in to give this write its fiveworthy due. Sheer quality. And so glad I am that you've made fixes that're so appropriate. Hugs, Chuck

beautiful search inward To where the answers lie A place some fear to tread Though through these words I see you try. Please keep the search going And find the you within that rests and softly slumbers ( While I wish the 'other you' to fall assumder ) The hidden you peeks out now and then I have sensed her in your words again and again and again Grow through the pain Be the woman you really are.. again With much love Seabhac

My friend, I love the whole thing. these are the kind of questions that pop into my mind all of the time. this is one great write and read :) *You can never pick anyone up if you are busy putting them down*

I'm very late, but still, loved this one! Nominated!

hi whaT a great write many great lines it must be up there with one of your best glad to see it in spot , gets my nom to ,,,,,,,,zigs

You keep them coming Xena!! Happy for you and you deserve it for this great piece of yours. Love,Mona

This is an amazing poem. What a wistful, haunting poem. Wow, the what ifs, I often torture myself with them. It is no use though, I try to tell myself, bit still, There are many things i wish I could have done differently. greeneyes

A girl that one always wishes to be... a girl that lives in every women soul ... & I guess that girl makes her a complete woman... An awesome work xena, I Love you for this work.. warm regards

You deserve every bit of Glory My Dear Friend! congratulations from my heart! shirley harrison

I should have read this before and be awed and mesmerized by the simplicity and beautiful sentiments! Simply brilliant!

GREAT write. I too tend to live in the past. Hopefully I can make my past work now and in the future. This is a powerful emotional read. Take Care. huey

i love to read u as u are loved to be read

I won't bore you with praises and accolades, there are enough piled up here already, and there is no need to add to them, even as well-earned as they are. But do you remember what I said to you some time ago, about your voice and its uniqueness? Told you so, heehee. Nominated. This is the kind of poetry that I enjoy seeing in the spotlight. Evocative, meaningful, emotional and skillfully written. Well done, and congrats. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

I quote your observation, "other poets like me" and it makes me smile wide. Yes, Rosina, poets like you. Those who do not welcome advice Do not belong upon this site, Just my humble opinion, But I'm not angry, I'm still smiling at your words. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Awesome! I can relate to this poem personally. You speak universal truths xena. All good poetry should be like this.