Lost

She lurched through life
masked as some kind of bandit
hoping to steal affection,

waiting impatiently
for the mardi gras of life
to throw beads her way.

She stumbled on embankments
peripheral vision hampered,
mask drawn too close to her soul.

Glancing downward,
sun blinding, glare too harsh,
she saw the rat staring from gutter’s grate.

Tomorrow would be yesterday.
No map to guide her.
she finally gave up hope.

wanderratte, rattus norvegicus, common rat, brown rat, norway rat

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets where today Mish is asking us to write a poem that somehow deals with the word “mask.”

38 thoughts on “Lost

  1. Shawna October 24, 2017 / 2:05 pm

    I LOVE the first two stanzas.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:31 am

      Thank you, Shawna. I had a poetry mentor who always said, “look for the poem within the poem” and I think you’ve done that here! ๐Ÿ™‚ Glad you enjoyed.

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  2. alisonhankinson October 24, 2017 / 2:13 pm

    This is wonderful…. sometimes we all lurch through life- perhaps not always in high heels…so sad that she gave up hope. We must never give up hope.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:32 am

      Oh yes, Alison. The “lurching” can be done in many kinds of shoes and even barefoot!

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  3. Olga October 24, 2017 / 2:24 pm

    Sad to live without a map or a future. Endless strife for some. Powerful poetry about homelessness.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:33 am

      Thank you, Olga. Sometimes I am surprised where my pen takes me. I think despair of any kind is so bottomless for some…and the giving up of hope must be seen in an abyss for many.

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  4. dornahainds October 24, 2017 / 3:33 pm

    Beautiful. Sad. Still, groovy scene with such feeling. ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€

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  5. jillys2016 October 24, 2017 / 4:01 pm

    Marvelous lines! Lurched through life – just perfect and the mardi gras metaphor is uniquely done.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:35 am

      Thank you, Jilly. I do think that sometimes masks are forced upon us….the question is, Do the “invisible” of our society wear masks?

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  6. kim881 October 24, 2017 / 4:23 pm

    I love the idea of an affection stealing bandit, Lill! I also identify with the lines:
    ‘peripheral vision hampered,
    mask drawn too close to her soul’.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:36 am

      Thank you, Kim. Glad you enjoyed this one…a bit dark and somehow more fitting for this gray rainy Boston morning than yesterday’s sunshiney one.

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  7. Frank Hubeny October 24, 2017 / 4:42 pm

    Although I suspect one shouldn’t give up hope it is easy to see how one is tempted to if one is thinking about stealing affection or getting mardi gras beads as masks hamper vision.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:37 am

      When I sit in my comfortable home on this gray and rainy day, I cannot imagine the life of those who are on the streets or are somehow invisible in their pain. To lose hope, that must be the most painful point in living.

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  8. Bev October 24, 2017 / 7:13 pm

    So sad. I’ve seen her in the homeless spots, her worldly belongings in a beat-up cart, her eyes empty and without hope.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:38 am

      Yes. Exactly. The “invisible” among us — we can see them. We must.

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  9. hypercryptical October 24, 2017 / 9:25 pm

    So sad and an accurate picture of homelessness (for some), When hope dies there is nothing else…
    Anna :o]

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:38 am

      Yes….that most painful point in life must be when one is on the abyss and believes there is no hope.

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  10. Mish October 24, 2017 / 11:28 pm

    I agree with Anna’s comment…this could depict homelessness, hopelessness…even suicidal thoughts. Some search but never find peace.

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:39 am

      Exactly. The abyss of depression…for far too many.

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  11. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) October 25, 2017 / 4:34 am

    peripheral vision hampered,
    mask drawn too close to her soul.

    Being too cautious may doom one’s efforts into nothingness.Very true Lillian, It stifles the initiative

    Hank

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    • lillian October 25, 2017 / 7:40 am

      Glad you enjoyed this one, Hank.

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  12. Ohhhwillow October 25, 2017 / 9:49 am

    ‘Waiting for the mardy grass to throw beads her way’ – Shit hot words! T
    What a delectable image. Thank you!

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    • lillian October 26, 2017 / 4:13 pm

      I agree. We must all hang on ๐Ÿ™‚

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  13. Glenn Buttkus October 25, 2017 / 2:55 pm

    Powerful stuff, Lil–the image of the rat on the grate is haunting, metaphorically & viscerally–a prompt in itself. I got a little lost myself in the twist from selfish & insincere to homeless & hopeless–but enjoyed the ride.

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  14. Vivian Zems October 26, 2017 / 6:56 am

    A mask drawn too close to your soul is bound to be destructive…losing sight of one’s self altogether!

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    • lillian October 26, 2017 / 4:14 pm

      I agree. So important to love ourselves…and then we are able to love others.

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  15. Laura Bloomsbury October 26, 2017 / 8:58 am

    ” some kind of bandit
    hoping to steal affection,”
    brilliant – am sure Dylan could write a song to this

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    • lillian October 26, 2017 / 4:15 pm

      Great comment to read here, Laura. Many thanks! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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