a channel of a lost whereabouts


there is a channel we cannot cross—


farfetched love from two strayed lovers

while the whistles and echoes of our past

cannot revisit, cannot rekindle


our hurts are deeper, we are injured—


patches cannot make the crack perfect

we have more than single blotches

this distant presence, we are far afield


how can we meet in an instant?

our channel is a lost whereabouts






About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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9 Responses to a channel of a lost whereabouts

  1. davidandresalix says:

    I think I know this emotion. Lost whereabouts, hum.

  2. Wow, touching, an emption you can’t take anymore, but you can’t leave behind either.. everything that comes from the past exists in our life building, but.. present is the spinning, the motion, the thrill.. I made a no sense speach, but I found this poem really touching.

  3. cloudborne says:

    Hey, I’m sure you got ths before–I’ve nominated you for the Versatile Blogger award!


  4. I would say most of us have traveled that path… emotively penned!

  5. fcfampobidi1985 says:

    Reblogged this on William Spielberg Weblog.

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