Lost Is The Chaser

06 May

You have always loved early morning light.
Raising shades pushing closed curtains open.
Each flash from room to room? Presence left bright.

I have followed steps morning to dusk.
I have watched you sigh with a darker sky
And laugh at the sun, for late waking up.

I have caught you in my afternoon arms
I felt your escape from curtain to shade                                       From door to door, calm and without alarm.

 Briskly from room to room almost a dance.
Occasionally you gave me a smile
with blinking dark eyes, in a quick side-glance.

Lost is the love that never can be caught.
Lost is the chaser that never can stop.

Note: Inspired by a modern sonnet by Robert Frost’s “Acquainted With The Night”. ( a must read for all future and current Poets, in my opinion :). The written poem is beneath the video 


Posted by on May 6, 2017 in New Hampshire, Poetry, Robert Frost, Sonett


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17 responses to “Lost Is The Chaser

  1. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)

    May 9, 2017 at 1:31 am

    Lost is the love that never can be caught.
    Lost is the chaser that never can stop.

    Love is a beautiful thing that endures and one will always marvel at how it can sustain the ‘chase’ at all times! Very thoughtful thoughts ZQ!


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  2. annell4

    May 8, 2017 at 9:32 am

    Yes, I enjoyed your poem, and the chaser should never quit.

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  3. Jae Rose

    May 8, 2017 at 6:17 am

    Being caught in afternoon arms is a wonderful image

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  4. 1sojournal

    May 8, 2017 at 2:31 am

    Perhaps it is good that some love can never be captured? Frost has always been a favorite. Really liked those afternoon arms,


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  5. totomai

    May 7, 2017 at 10:33 pm

    Sometimes we long, beg for attention and love. Maybe because we are humans and not easily satisfied.

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  6. thotpurge

    May 7, 2017 at 8:20 pm

    lost is the love that can never be caught… fabulous line…and those afternoon arms!!!

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  7. ayala zarfjian (@ayalazarfjian)

    May 7, 2017 at 7:56 pm

    This is great!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Myrna Rosa

    May 7, 2017 at 6:16 pm

    I had read Frost’s and like it very much. Yours is great, especially those last lines.

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    May 7, 2017 at 6:08 pm

    Yes, the Frost is magnificent; great to hear the reading. And your own slightly mysterious poem is beautiful and wonderful too.

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    May 7, 2017 at 5:46 pm

    I feel a bit of a haunting here.

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  11. Debra Berntsen

    May 7, 2017 at 5:12 pm

    A sentiment that touches the heart and hits too close too home. Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Magaly Guerrero

    May 7, 2017 at 4:48 pm

    Some games (and relationships) are such fun, but leave us incomplete and unfulfilled…

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Beverly Crawford

    May 7, 2017 at 4:27 pm

    Beautifully written!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. magicofwordsblog

    May 7, 2017 at 4:03 pm

    Beautiful sentiments! Lovely 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Sherry Marr9

    May 7, 2017 at 3:52 pm

    Oh, OW! Those last lines are so good and so true that they hurt. I love the afternoon arms too.

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  16. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    May 7, 2017 at 3:17 pm

    This is a marvelous poem, the closing especially.

    Liked by 1 person

  17. magicalmysticalteacher

    May 7, 2017 at 2:52 pm

    I like the format as well as the content!

    Liked by 1 person


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