Mythology has it that
there is an ancient land that lies
beyond the Sunset, and behind the Heavens,
called the Land of Marr.
It is here where all things go
that were lost on Earth.
There is a little girl here who peers
wistfully down an earthen road.
She was lost because her parents
paid attention only to their needs,
and were never mindful of hers.
There is a lost puppy with sad,
liquid eyes, who was neglected by
spoilt children who were too selfish
to care for him.
There are many fortunes here, most lost
because of greed. And there is innocence,
much of it lost because of
misguided trust.
Love abounds here, perhaps even
to the extent that it is the most
abundant item in the Land of Marr.
Love lost is among the least resigned here,
and it clings to the wind, giving
soulful cries as it moves about the land,
constantly seeking a warm place to stay,
and restlessly yearning to return to those
who lost it.
And, here in the forest,
amongst the brambles and branches,
resides lost trust. It hides, afraid and
trembling, wishing it could be
regained,
and yet, still,
reluctant,
and
afraid to be exposed.
It resides like love lost, wishing
for a warm place to stay, and
yearning
to return to those
who lost it.
Ron Cole
April 2008
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Submission Name: "The Land Of Marr"
