I am not Lost
I am not lost.
Just resting my open heart
By the shade of a persimmon tree.
In the opaque silhouette
That you cannot see.
In the thickness, smoke in the air
Or the smell of summer rain
Washing treetops gently
On open roads
And unplanned adventures.
I am there,
The following was written in a time when I felt that the world was full of people who wanted to play it safe
We are a collection of reservations
Afraid that the air
That the words spoken
Could crush our fragile interiors
So we write in fine lines
“Just in case”
Mahdia stumbled upon the world of slam poetry ten years ago through Bankstown Poetry Slam and has been writing and performing around Sydney ever since. Please comment below, find out more about Mahdia, or consider donating a sum to this magazine as thanks for this experience.
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The first four lines of “Lost” alone make one of the gentlest haikus I’ve ever read. Thanks. Jim Bird
“I am not Lost” is a beautifully present poem. Each whitespace feels like a breathless leap.