Her poem begins:
The computer file
I have no recollection
is labeled “advice to myself”
I click it open
scroll further down
stays backlit and empty
thus I meet myself again
hopeful and useless...
Not only have I come across computer files that are empty or just don't make any sense to me currently, but I also have more than a few "poems" that I started in a document and when I looked back at them weeks or months later my reaction is "Where was I going with this?"
Perhaps this is just a sign of aging, along with the other lost things unpoetic - phone numbers, people's names, books read and movies seen and lots of events.
All of those seem trivial compared with the things we lose and don't find.
Carl Sandburg was "Lost" quite literally "Desolate and lone / All night long on the lake."
When Stephen Dobyns was "Lost," he asked, "Where had wrong turns been made?"
For Ellen Bass, it's a "Lost Dog."
But for Lucille Clifton, it is a very serious "the lost baby poem."
Lucyna Prostko claims that "Nothing Is Lost."
I believe that most of us hope that when something is lost, it will eventually be found. Ron Padgett wrote a poem that said that "Man has lost his gods" but later wrote in "Lost and Found" and wondered "What did I mean?"
John Milton thought that it was paradise that was lost, but then he wrote Paradise Regained.
For your writing this month, we are looking for poems about things lost - and are perhaps found or perhaps not.
Submission Deadline: March 31, 2020
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