Lost And Not Found.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Lost And Not Found.... I lost my poem today, I lost my heart I'd say not so happy today.................................LOST and not found!

A poet can feel the preciousness of a poem. A poem once penned is treasured with time and memory. Readers keep it in their hears and souls. Losing a poetry means losing a heart. Bot heart and poetry both are associated and both cannot be separated. A poem is breathing of a poet. If it disappears, it upsets mind. But appearance can be measured soon with memory scale. This poem is very amazingly and excellently penned...10

Precious treasures of poems! ! ! ! Enhancing the beauty of life. Lost! ! But not found; Still with a positive message to the world. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Let it go...it will return in its form or a brand new one...someday

Yes, poems are certainly precious treasure for poets and their fans. Very thoughtful poem, nicely penned. Thanks for sharing, Sylvia.10+

poem is the way of poetic life poet finds surviving power in the veins of poem without poem poet cannot breathe easily

I absolutely agree with you what you have expressed in the second stanza of this pragmatic write...10++++