Lost and Found by Nicole Petroski Sometimes I lose myself in poetry My spirit flies on ancient wings And I dream so many things Sometimes I lose the poet in myself Filled with the sorrow of death and goodbyes Words are drowned by the tears in my eyes And when I find myself again Where will I be? What will I think? Who will I see? Will I write what is, or only what I wish could be? |
                Photo by Michael Petroski |