the lost city

He who hesitates is lost.
Unless you are a handkerchief,
a ponytail, a forgotten umbrella,
a violet hairpin, some princess
paper dolls, my first pair of
gold earrings.

Those that were once mine.

I could build a castle, a
mega city, a hydroponic
building of lost things

thanks to my hesitant

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For dVersePoetics: The Proverbial– I wonder where those lost things are now.

19 thoughts on “the lost city”

  1. A lovely cascade of images, areadingwriter. I love how each item appeared as if on a trail for someone who is lost. But it also reminded me of an abandoned doll’s house. A kind of fairytale without the usual ending. Beautiful ❤

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    1. “each item appeared as if on a trail for someone who is lost” such a poetic phrase, Sunra! and wow. the abandoned doll house is profound and thought-provoking. thank you for your thoughtful feedback!

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