Lost No More

Lost No More

Sun streaming through trees
piercing the forest floor with laser light
I follow the path of brightness
towards the beacon luring me

Unafraid of the unknown
I sense I am in familiar territory
Tall oaks, limbs stretched wide in welcome
pointing me in the direction to travel

Focused on the journey I pay no attention
to distractions pulling me away from my focus
I hear not the call of ghosts from my past
or feel the hands that pull on my clothes

The force propelling me forward
stronger than a million magnets
I am no longer lost
I am found


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved


Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted
us with Lost and Found poetry.  We are to choose one of
the 'Lost" poems provided and respond to it with 'Found' poetry.

I chose to respond to Pablo Neruda's Lost In The Forest

“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”

Image by jplenio from Pixabay 

  11 comments for “Lost No More

  1. October 20, 2021 at 8:14 pm

    That picture pulled mr right into the piece Christine, and I loved the journey through your words. Nature is a most powerful magnet! 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      October 20, 2021 at 9:16 pm

      Thank you Rob! It certainly is. It always guides us. ☺️

  2. October 20, 2021 at 3:05 pm

    I love it… sometimes being lost is trying to find your way back when the only true north lies onward.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 20, 2021 at 7:43 pm

      Thank you! “The best way out is always through” – Robert Frost

  3. October 20, 2021 at 7:33 am

    “I hear not the call of ghosts from my past
    or feel the hands that pull on my clothes”

    these lines especially turn Neruda’s sense of being lost into finding a different and very positive way through the forest. Bravo Christine!

    • Christine Bolton
      October 20, 2021 at 9:49 am

      Thanks Laura! I really appreciate it ☺️

  4. Christine Bolton
    October 20, 2021 at 12:44 am

    Thank you! You’re so kind. Hope all is well with you ☺️💕

  5. October 19, 2021 at 11:05 pm

    Beautiful.. so full of hope.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 20, 2021 at 11:12 am

      Thank you! You’re so kind. Hope all is well with you ☺️💕

      • October 20, 2021 at 8:45 pm

        It is and I hope with you too. <3

      • Christine Bolton
        October 20, 2021 at 9:17 pm

        Yes, thank you ☺️💕

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