It is there for us to seek–
that’s what I thought when I pulled into the driveway
of your brown home.
It is there for us to seek.
I didn’t know what I was looking for,
but I knew we were after the same treasure,
whatever it was.
It was there for us to seek.
I honestly thought we might find it,
you and I.
But we sought and sought,
and it wasn’t there at all.
Because it turns out that it was lost from us
before we ever got the chance to hunt.
Photo by Filippo Peisino from Pexels
Inspired by a search and another search.
How I Write a Poem Step 3 coming soon!
The Yellow Brick Ave 
Oh wow, this is so beautiful and heartbreaking. Just wow, very visceral.
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Thank you! ♥️
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All therein ye won’t fail thou,
And I also won’t myself,
For ourselves are so precious,
That’s how Seek knows us all.
A very beautiful poem, Joy!
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“And I won’t fail myself,” 🙂
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Thanks, Ismael!
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Nice, bittersweet poem! And having seen the tags, I’m left to wonder if Steuf will ever show the photograph of the treasure he sent to Fenn. I’m curious what it would have looked like at its discovery 🧐
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I was wondering if anyone was going to comment on the tag or the home of brown reference! Same! I am so curious to know how well it blended in with the surroundings and how large it actually was.
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you and i
stranger
the danger
safe to say
tomorrow or today
we will not brook the tide
nor ever bide each other good day
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Yes, strangers once again
On separate quests with no end
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well yeah but toto is the x factor, of course!
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