I lost a library card last Tuesday.
Lost two jackets to the wind before.
Lost a bus that sped right past me,
lost pencil tips ground down to dust.
Do you know how it feels to lose
a whole hour waiting in silence,
or how a sock’s absence haunts you,
its partner collapsed, folded in grief?
I lose names like pennies in couches.
Lose the sun when clouds are too bold.
Lost a friendship, once, to impatience;
lost sleep tracing shapes of regret.
But losing, I’ve learned, is an opening.
A letting go, fingers soft in surrender.
What’s gone isn’t always a disaster,
it makes space for whatever comes next.
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gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art"
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Such a positive approach to loss. I love it and it makes total sense. A wonderful write Gray
Thanks my brother for sharing your feedback
You are most welcome
losing isnt always losing, nice observation
Norman thanks for sharing your feedback I appreciate it
most welcome
‘But losing, I've learned, is an opening’—a line that brings solace to the heaviest of losers, turning loss into a doorway of possibility.
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