for M.L.R.
wondered and wondered
about where I was that day
does she wonder about me now
about my whereabouts
if I'm safe or not or well or not
that day at Pino Suárez
what worry, what concern
is she at all
concerned about me now
if I were thrown to the wolves
it seems, she could not care less
she is careless about me now
about where I'm left
about if I'm left or lost
or could not be found
were I to be left
like lost luggage
like lost baggage
like a lost bag
in lost and found
could I hope to be claimed
to be picked up
no hope at all
of her ever again
showing up on my behalf
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
6:13 p.m. 27.03.12
1 Comments:
My dear OB, The best of all your poems, is the last, thath you have written the last days of March... I celebrate this: Written between 11:30 p.m.,
March 13 and 12:52 am.,
March 24, 2012. and this lines: . I have made ten notebooks of poems of my five months sojourn here. Some of all these poems, I feel, are certainly successful. Some of them, I am certain, capture the true picture of...
So, I'm so glad to be the person writing you here.. I'm sure those are succesfull and for you.. always my poetic friendship indeed...
cordially yours..
The only person who send msgs in your blog, for sure, because is your great friend.
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